This shit contagious doing dope and its killing me
Even though I know I hit the snow is you feeling me
I’m looking good twenty-three's on that flipping paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth making these bitches faint

Now can’t a n***a see I ain’t got no time for games
I’m on this Hennessey and I’m quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young n***as’ll take the charge
I’m stacking loot muthafuck looking
Behind some bars

Behind some bars
Behind some bars

Going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God it’s the pistol, put the crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jab slap
Dealin wit this mob police watchin studio phone tapped

You best believe that I could see ya from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets arе dangerous I could be dead anyday
That’s why I’m ridin wit my dog smokin plеnty hay