mister hood nigga i m good ace hood face good wish a nigga would take this bake this feed it to the wolves a motherfucker should i m beating like band wood that black flag swag is part of my man hood that pistol on that seat is just keeping your man good i ll pop his top like drops and can goods i m gutter tell you one thing about me i m stuck to the green like the coke to the fiends and if by all means just pay me in all green sprite chasing the promethezine i m on lean ball greez my dude we goon your whole team i m him them dangers ask your man mane fifteen bottles of rose and champagne niggas they know the name and understand the game i know you see the chain it s we the best the game bitch i m ruthless boy i m a g and you don t know a motherfucking thing about me one thing about me i do it for the streets i do it for the killers and them young o g s tell you this about me about me i m a g i mma rock with that beat tell you this about me about me i ma keep that black flag on me tell you that about me i ma stack my bread and fuck nigga s hoes shoot dice drink liquor and sell dope tote fire stay fresh everywhere i go pop pills and while i m getting my goon on pack extra clips and get my suit on ask bitch ass niggas who want to move wrong so if you got it on your mind let a nigga know so i could show you that the 9 send niggas home other then that the street niggas love greez even though they baby momma want to fuck me i m one hundred about everything the boy do that s why the crowd behind me everywhere i move and you can tell by the swag greez about money and i don t play no games when it s about money i do it for them young niggas that pop beams the hot boys with big stacks the cops see  aye where my goons at where my g s at where them killers and them zoes staying so strapped broward county on the map that s a known fact and when i talk back people running four flat and night see the light you can follow that i creep all black so strapped fuck rap get your baby boy kidnapped black flag my rag got the wrist wrap respect g when i walk not a pen tap because i m me who s he we could end that street nigga ain t no time for that chit chat i m cold like coronas in a 6 pack ace hood getting head like a ball cap one thing about me i don t call back fall back i m addicted to the brown bag mc hammer swag can t touch that 