Paris

[Chorus]
And I don't even know what he said (Mm-hmm), but them 7.62s gon' knock off his head (His ass gon' crack, nigga, I crack his ass)
Free the men, cookin' shit out the feds (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Take a trip 'bout France and get stabbed in your head (This is Petro Gang)
It's all grown men in this car, better know I ain't spinnin' with kids (Mm-hmm)
When we jump out this car, you get filled up with lead
And I ain't talkin' LED
If this rap don't work, then I'm goin' in the streets (I'm goin' in the streets)
Put your hands in the floor and drop to your knees, I'ma need that watch and that ring
If you buckin' this move, your ass get switched up quick (Nigga, I'm fucked up)

[Verse 1]
This life like a gamble, the only thing beatin' a .223 is a 5.56
And we jump out the car with three Dracs, I bet you three niggas get tripped (Boom, boom, I bet you three niggas get tripped)
Put his mac on his bike, get cracked if you speak on the men (Mm-hmm)
Better ask how I push shit down, that blatt stopped rollin'
I wish I could go back in time, he was trippin' and fallin' again
Just give me a P or a Drac', I jumped out that car, I was mad I got missed with that swift
For the men, I gotta stand tall, when I think 'bout the men, I wanna stand over 'em all
When you deep in the war, you know you can't go out to eat
Don't get your ass cracked, keep playin' in the streets
I'm all about murder, I leave shit dead and deceased (I leave shit flipped)

[Chorus]
And I don't even know what he said, but them 7.62s gon' knock off his head (Shit gon' knock off his head)
Free the men, cookin' shit out the feds
Take a trip 'bout France and get stabbed in your head
It's all grown men in this car, better know I ain't spinnin' with kids (I ain't spinnin' with kids, nigga)
When we jump out this car, you get filled up with lead (Mm-hmm)
And I ain't talkin' LED
If this rap don't work, then I'm goin' in the streets
Put your hands in the floor and drop to your knees, I'ma need that watch and that ring
If you buckin' this move, your ass get switched up quick (Mm-hmm)

[Verse 2]
I was creepin' on 249 with a Drac' in my hand and a switch on my hip (With that switch)
I don't want that Glock if it don't got a button
Them incognitos shoot fast as a bitch (Shoot fast as a bitch)
I'm usin' the .300 Blackout like a blatt (Mm-hmm)
I keep blatt, I Bo Jackson this shit
You both get shit cracked, you don't care if your bitch in the way, she get checked off the list (Bo Jackson, nigga)