I can’t wait

To catch a opp

On the rebound

If this ain’t circus

Then who the fuck is these clowns

Produce me a nigga

Get a beat down

I’m west thuggin

But bitch I’m sliding eastbound

Yeeaa

In them streets now

Play wit fire

You get burnt

You in heat now

Molly geeked up

I can’t get down

If you keep money

You gotta watch

Who you keep round

Ima keep making noise

Cause I keep loud

My brother

That’s my keeper

Run it up

We gone keep it count

I got more than one crib

What’s yo key count

Before I bust a nut

In this bitch ima ease out

Ima hit his bitch up

On some gang shit

My opps

Hate me for no reason

On some strange shit

If it’s blood spilled

Then it’s sliding off my stainless

I’m fucking every bitch

That you can’t hit

Feel like kdot

Not top 5

I smoke his top 3

You know I mean business

Why you opp me

A door of opportunity

I guess that’s why knock me

Yo bitch give me head

In the bed

The only way you gone top me

I’m that nigga

I can’t wait

To catch a opp

On the rebound

If this ain’t circus

Then who the fuck is these clowns

Produce me a nigga

Get a beat down

I’m west thuggin

But bitch I’m sliding eastbound

Aye He said what about the Cult

Im Funna drop me a nigga, put a price on yo head

Funna cop me a nigga, but fuck putting money up

Im Funna pop me a nigga, he forgot Im mexican

Im Funna chop me a nigga, I said Im all in

I wish a pussy nigga act wrong, They said it's fuck with who pussy

Bitch Im back home, And hell yea I got it in this my backbone

I know he got a blower but I heard he left it at home, we doing niggas like food

Cook his ass and then we box him, he said he want a fade I tried but I aint get to sock him

Yea Im packing bitch, I tried but aint get to pop him, cus the homie shot first I tried but I aint get to stop him

I can’t wait

To catch a opp

On the rebound

If this ain’t circus

Then who the fuck is these clowns

Produce me a nigga

Get a beat down

I’m west thuggin

But bitch I’m sliding eastbound