hip with the flip phone, chrome n the steel on it/
bet the only barrel that u own got a wheel on it/
shit pop off, man them glocks is handy/
revolvers dissolve the problems like some cotton candy/
camped out in the C Class, gloves n the ski mask/
blacked out like i forgot the the cream in my decaf/
ready for the joox, its the deadliest crook/
if u dont want the magazine, then its better u book/
LOOK!
if we aint seein eye to eye, then theres no focus/
and any chance of u advancin is so hopeless/
cuz i got the game locked by the conversation/
u gotta decode my words check the combination/
u losin consentration, causin ya brain to stop/
its hard to rap on a track with no train of thought/
man im flamin hot like them UV rays/
n if the ladys want coke, then they do BJ'S...its real/