[Verse, Daroo]
How you claim you with that shit, you see yo' opp and don't get busy
I'm 3-0 in this SRT, no laws can't keep up with me
We stake outside that spot 'til you come out, we ain't shootin' no house
You'll never catch me on the gram talkin' bout what I did, them niggas the laws
.45 shoot too loud
You ain't never spin on no block, boy you need to calm down
You ain't makin' no noise, no sound
Everybody know Fat Daroo, he gun shit down
On a lick I lay shit down
I need that Rollie right now
Gen 5, I got 4 of these, this 357 on me now
LV, you can't afford these, that shit you rock is not in style
Nigga try to harm me, the crowd gon' get 30 rounds
These slugs, you can't avoid these, you better stay up in that house
You told 12 them guns was ours, boy yo' people raised a mouse
[Verse, Guapo]
Nigga play, I call problеm gang, call Lil Trey, 30 round
Roll the opps up in a 'wood, get flamеd up while I'm smokin' loud
Aye, I tote Glizzy's, no XD, no Disney, this ain't Penny Proud
Got Daroo spinnin' he tryna get busy, put sum' in the ground
Aye, I'm high
I'm so geeked up, I'm tryna touch the clouds
I'm with them members
Post up with them killers
Please don't make me send 'em
I heard them hoes gon' fuck whoever
Got them racks thats why I get 'em
I get packs 'n flip 'em
You ain't heard? Bitch, I'm a real trap nigga
Aye, free Youngin, that lil nigga out his top, that boy squeeze triggers
Aye, free Milo, if that hoe had a bond I'd go 'n get 'em
I'm poppin Percocet's, they fry my brain, some things I can't remember
Aye, Percocet, perfect sex, if she fuck good I might tip her