100 grand on my wrist ya life sucks

Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang I could of saved in flew like the canary you know I got heart and I know you very scary carrying alot of weight put in plenty work always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin that ain't showing love I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face blow ya brains to the other side 38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house over there hold gun lap North Memphis momma house looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah