I'm on my way, I'm on my way,
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
Niggas call me the coldest dude
I'm like yeah homie your ass cool
Cause all my niggas ridin'
and know we provide safety
Motherfuckers know we truckers
I spit songs when I get on the mic
Cause I breathe on niggas,
give em a chill, leave em dead on sight
Nah niggas you ain't gangsta,
now you knockin' all pies
knock it off with them lives
And all them bronze tails,
you ain't never do a sound
I try to put you on to how
But y 'all wanna be big -headed
With a aim that's impeccable,
What? Yeah, nigga, ain't a thing changed
your face can smack the fuck up
I ain't puff, don't dance to jingles
I pop the top like a can of Pingles
You don't really want the God to lose it
I'm in the kitchen like Martha Stewart
I can't lose like Parker Lewis
I was in Cypress, rhymin' with lifers
I was poppin' off heat, yeah
You reppin' your crew, steppin' the hoop
but I'll make an exception for you, pussy
Niggas know what the weapon to do
You ain't nice cause you the
Don't gas him, I told Gadsen
Fuckin' with black chicks,
I pop brews, I don't got a floss
I drop jewels like I got tools
like construction workers
And I wanna see your boss
I don't fuck with workers, doggy