[Verse 1]
Ay Look
Ain't nothing changed but the leaves on the trees
And ya'll coming short like the sleeves on the tees
The money long here like a weave to your knees
So I don't just stunt man, I'm Evel Knieve
And I don't just front man, I back it up
I'm so cool you might wanna zip your jacket up
I breeze through, bullshit
I seize through
With the snub nose .38, bullets just squeeze through
**Choo**
And he's through, just like autumn
Where n***as slip, they fall
Guess who caught em?
Fuck it, kill 'em all like God sought 'em
Next year, Gucci shoe, yeah I sport 'em
And I would tell you where I bought 'em
But they ain't from here, and they might deport 'em
So fall back like the seats in the back
N***as late, take the seats in the back, Church

[Verse 2]
And ain't nothing up but the top on the coupe
The pockets are fat man, the guap lookin scoop
Got three little women like the pop singing group
I make my point, the ball drop through the hoop
They on my joint, cause I'm rolling with the paper
Under the wing n***as just fold up like the paper
You go make me put you in a headline
And you're girl go help you come up with a hairline
Her suck game while I'm driving is a fool
She know it's head first like she diving in a pool
Right stroke, left stroke, was a death stroke
Bitch blow a whistle like she got a refs throat, foul
And I'm so flagrant
Aim at the neck when I spread that fragrance
I went chrome like cologne
Smell me, nothing you can tell me, gone