[Verse 1]
They turn me up so it's on now
Where I'm from it's all frowns we don't see smiles
Steppin' on 'em like tiles
Trappin' countin' cows
Penny pinchin' ass bitches call 'em penny pound
And I might take him down if he got the right amount
Chalk the block up, like a little child
Hunnid nights on the road, we was on the go
Wrist in the pot, stuck at the stove

[Hook]
And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul
These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home
This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone
Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone
Strapped up .357 Magnum
She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her
Bro a demon, n***a need to see the pastor
When we creepin', bet my wassa gonna catch ya

[Verse 2]
These n***as broke can't even afford they funeral
So I don't know why these broke ass n***as do the most
He ain't make the cut n***a he ain't suitable
Love my dogs and I hope the feelings mutual
N***a it's your decision, get it how you live it
Glock 33, Scotty Pippen
Focus on the million, know one things for certain
Burna 'bout his Business
[Hook]
And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul
These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home
This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone
Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone
Strapped up .357 Magnum
She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her
Bro a demon, n***a need to see the pastor
When we creepin', bet my wassa gone catch ya

[Verse 3]
Man down on the dispatch
We don't do no chit chat
Soon as cronem done with her man he can get his bitch back
Under pressure he just gonna crack like KitKat
Most these n***as man they only hard on the Internet
Keep a stick or two n***a we ain't into that
Had to take his ass down man I needed that
I ran that cheque and I repeated it
I seen it comin' they ain't believe in it
Free 21 free 47 free K Sav'
I was trappin' on Sabbath
Got to make the pack vanish
He don't want smoke he can't manage
Glizzy with the switch it do damage yea
Fifth leave holes gigantic
When you in that white room don't panic
Cronem work the tool like mechanic
Married to the streets but I ain't romantic
[Hook]
And I'ma go ahead and get it I don't need a soul
These crackers they done fucked up and let thirty home
This 45's gonna do a little more than break a bone
Paranoid fuck the wire I don't use the phone
Strapped up .357 Magnum
She a slut I ain't even tryna smash her
Bro a demon, n***a need to see the pastor
When we creepin', bet my wassa gone catch ya