If mi carnales have a calling card

My Zoro voodoo, we can go to war

My Jamaican bring the reefer in

Grabbing five, I can throw you ten

KD said that he don't want to sell to nobody

Probably cause he don't want to tell on nobody

You and them niggas ain't scaring nobody

Just left Mississippi, they bout the grab it, you know how I'm acting

Say there go shawty, we jump in the Maxima and she do the driving

I like to ride passenger

Highway therapeutic

I type in my phone while I listen to music

Now we in Houston

Fucking with broads and miniature Thompsons

Did somebody shoot me?

Breadwinner came, pull up in Bell Austin

Promoters want posters that all of you know what I told em

You know it's gone cost you, straight up

It's gone jive when they come recompress

Break down, rebuild, repack, resend

I'm just saying, what you mean what it is?

Cameras on all TVs in the crib

Yeen really this, I ain't that, what the fuck?

Serve your chain up, get the thing in the club

off, call off, phone keep blowing up

Street nigga Bread Winner sign, we throwing up

Pounds in the kitchen on the floor in the bag

Butcher knife, cutting through the blocks on the slab

Newspaper on, get to shake

Country boy need 50 so I got to get him fast

Four hundred 48 grams on the scale

Money counter going dumb, I ain't tripping on the smell

Say they really need it I can put it in the air

Front door step if I put it in the mail