yo i got ur message n yea i guess i could get together wit a crew of urs here ill spit some shit so u kno wat i got

Open seas-ame, the safe in the floor,
What I told the clerk, at the cor-ner store,
A mask on my face, for cam-ras to see,
A glock to his dome, bitch don't play with me,
Ya don't know the code, his eyes I see fear ,
Cause it's bout to get ugly up in here,
The boy blew my high, the gun blew his ass ,
Right off with his man-ager in the back,
Ball-in off the lot, no cheese mad as fuck ,
Half-way down the street, some hoes from the club,
Pulled up at the light, in benzo with rims ,
Now im act-in like, im holler-in at them,