I make the guns ring
Can you see the clip?
I make the frags ping
And you know this that gangsta shit
Look, I'ma start whisperin' and showin' my clip
Stay easy shit, you really wanna that bullshit?
I'm good to go, muhfucka, baggin' my dough
I'm tryna make a deal, but ain't sellin' my soul
Crumb in my hands, fuck that and don't mind
Ain't no difference for the ones on the grind
Tryna get by, the right time's gon' be the right time
My homies out in the suburbs rockin' a nine
They ain't smilin, muhfucka, they keep a cold face
Yea dig, I got stacks of drums protectin' my place
I make the guns ring
Can you see the clip?
I make the frags ping
And you know this that gangsta shit
Ain't nobody got my love for me
Yea, but the sunshine I gon' see
Have you lookin' both ways like you crossin' the street
Muhfucka, check out my Tommy gun clip
I'm chill in room's blacked out like the boss
You think big, but you pussy nigga like Rick Ross
Hustla niggas in the streets been waitin' so long
My niggas ready to spit and say: Yea he's gone
Biggie not British, damn, Brooklyn's right here
I aim my gun at you 'til you dip outta here
I got niggas wanna bust they black straps
They all clumped up tryna put they niggas in black bags
I make the guns ring
Can you see the clip?
I make the frags ping
And you know this that gangsta shit
NY hat, Knicks hat, Green Bay hat flip back
I don't give a damn if you spit a whole poem back
I'm just heatin' up
Yea, my Glock's poppin' rounds back
I'm so hood, gangstas, this that gangsta shit
So peep this, man, I'm just doin' my shit
Hands up y'all to the sound of dumpin' down my clip
Stay calm or your brains get fuckin' split
Yea, it's Biggie Down, bitch
I don't need anybody when my gun's spray up
Muhfucka, you gon' mind me and I stay up
They callin' me back, because I'm straight up
I'm movin' in circles strapped up till you wake up
C'mon, man
I'm wanted fo' real, muhfucka
I'm gettin' tracked uh
But, but I'm holdin' down my hood for whatever it takes
Get outta that blackout room or tryna sleep down
