yo yankee this verses gonna cost you ten bands you heard lito im a pretty boy but i pop lead and my guap spread watch you wanna cop i could shop till i drop dead birds flock to me cause they know ive got bread money aint a thing i blow green like a pothead cops said theyre gonna take me out the game theyre tripping you wont catch me slipping if it rain its sickening haters wanna tear me out the frame if i get wash pistols coming out like stains i pick it up and aim and blow it out your brain when its beef we dont play its like we forfeited the game man this is a shame how they want my head these hoes want the love but i want the head these niggas give me hugs but i want the bread any means necessary like malcolm said if its a problem my shooters ll snipe him dead i used to shoot for them bucks like michael redd i lay back instead id rather stack the bills nothing but bricks i know how shaq feels flow sick if you aint thinkin im that ill its a slogan for my bars you heard that crack kills im that real let a nigga act trill give me the steel i bet im a peel like advil yall niggas chill yall better stay cool cause the four five equal the chanel nine news  im americas nightmare coke stay stashed in the nik airs or ball tucked ruger cause a nigga dont fight fair short with words i dont converse with herbs niggas talking like they ill knowing they came for them birds boy yall came for the bricks im talking chopping up birds rockin up in the spots cops hopping the curb lethal shot to his top only movement his nerves im from a block paranoia keep me strapped mental when i got a nine got a deuce both would put you on your back one down but they dont even got the little gats want peace face to face talkin violence in they rap oh you nasty on your beats slow down rapper im a master in the hood you know that rapper this shotll hit your head blaow hold that rapper avon blocksdale i aint no rapper turn me up a little bit uh seat back smoke blowin out the yukon with a connecticut mami she goes to uconn she from the grove im just trying to get my groove on after i hit gettin clipped like a coupon used to ignore me but now they all on me swear it aint a time i speak to these bitches they aint horny when it was time to get to the money they aint call me now theyre calling for a feature but now they cant afford me its all corny livin off of what they used to be a bunch of old niggas trying to get their youth from me but now im up its about what you can do for me cause i was paid back when i was duckin truancy boy in the hood been a menace to my society were all trying to be paid in full heres the irony its all a rivalry my friends dont mix well its like crisco in a wish well but i just want all my niggas with me when i touch this first milli but most of my niggas state prop i aint talkin philly i spit crack the soul of an old shooter youre just a young gunner learning how to maneuver theres no leeway on this freeway itchy trigger fingers get scratched like the sweepstakes you never know thats why we keep the metal close and we aint afraid to make the whistle like kettle smoke king sevin they kettle smoke as a motherfucker you niggas you dont want no smoke i aint even gotta rap my niggas got it bsb records the brand the peoples brand that brand you can trust and believe in dope boy troy got eight thousand dollars in my pocket for no motherfucking reason and im about to go pick up more money i aint even gonna say no more eight thousand in your pocket for no reason you aint gotta say no more feel like putting bars in this bitch so bad this be hard right ey you niggas dont loop this shit and try to put your verses on it this bsb shit uh duh duh d duh d duh dun duh d dun d duh aight we can let it breathe