the kid wit the swag, i keeps it poppin
sundown to sunup, dis shit aint stoppin
niggas be mockin, bitches be jockin
i close my doors they aint even knockin
this beat knockin all yo neighbors homes
holmes be trippin, i give one to the dome
not done, i give one to the chest
stingy with the killin so i take his breath
away, they say, stop hidin in the dark
call me scope, i see bitches from a far
away place, so i take the lead in the dark
light the way witta swisher trees and a spark
wrap it or roll it, nigga i got bars
spit shit so sick, stop cryin bout sars
so cold wit the flow, niggas sayin that its hot
talk shit, get split, i let you niggas rot
