[Intro]
My nigga if you ain't coppin' you ain't got no business around the fucking spot
Fuck you hangin 'round the trap for?
[Chorus]
Booking on a inner state Im bailing with them bricks
Cooking with the flower hit me if you need a fish
Bottom of the ninth choppers loaded thats the ball game
Pussy you a target and I barely ever miss
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
Fuck up out my dope house
[Verse 1]
No degrees but did my thing in culinary
Either that or coudln't hit them courts and hoop
Creep up on them with them hammers we gon nail'em
Keep my pistols smoking like some Campbell soup