intro (midcity)

[Intro]

It's clipping., bitch

[Verse 1]

What do they need? Powder, weed or Adderall?

Let them in slow, settle them in

Cali', and know when they step in the doors and seeing all the hoes

Cutting coke in the kitchen and cooking over the stove

Ain't wearing none of they clothes and it's closed and it go like that

Never wanna have to show the strap, but you got one

And it got drums that hold hundreds of bills

Old and crumpled and real soldiers humbling

Huddling 'round their heaters competing for millimeters

Like, who cock the biggest? What you got, significant?

Locked and loaded, on Patron and peyote hallucinatin'

The realest shit going on with the homies, the only way to get over it

Is to get your weight up, and pray over all of the bodies

Of water walking killers is hiding

Beside the fact of the matter, the guts will splatter at will

Every bunny in the jungle know it's kill or be killed, come get it

[Verse 2]

It ain't no fun

If it ain't cocaine in the system, buddy, but it ain't got nothin'

To do with the way OG's banging, bitch wanna get sprayed, don't run

And getting away with it anyway, anybody can get it, get it? Got it

Goddamn it, can't believe today was a good day

When it seem like every other day is a hood day

Do you see the irony? He don't know nothing 'bout it

This murdering ain't 'bout nothing but murdering snitches

And burning bridges with all the bitches who used to swing on the dick

Like it's good for physical fitness, you finna what? No bullshitting

Well, better start hitting switches in that low, low

Drop it 'til it 'bout to hit the floor, floor

Can't nobody stop it when it go, go

Gadget on a ratchet like a hatchet

How she chop and screw the dick up, licking after all the wood

That been blown good and blowed up

Get thowed and running up in the guts and busting, come get it

[Verse 3]

Woop, woop, that's the sound of the end of the party

Chew up the molly, quick, pick up all the guns and get rowdy

Better be the best if they trying to be the definition of every hood motherfucker's contorted vision

They snorting the game, sporting the flyest of fashion passionately

Wanna get some action? Then better make sure the camera can see

The fuck wanna enter in a war with a veteran?

Who got a score to settle with motherfuckers for meddling?

You think about the kettle, the pot has been plotting blowing until blue

And they face crews, wanna be true

Claiming that you, pocket or not

Back it up, drop, all that you got

Into the bag, make it a tax write-off

Take it right off that ass

Now flip it, dip it, brake it, the foot on the gas

Go 'head and clip it, pop it, shake it, then make it go fast

The days of paying for fascination a thing of the past

So get your paper up partner, you talking cash, they talking fast, come get it