Step to the 410, nigga we fuckin dare you
leave ya head in the ocean, for shark food
round n round thas they way to earth goes
Pound and pound shit thas me wit dem hoes
cripwalkin, bootleggin n doin some drug pushin
vodka drinkin, crippie smokin thas how Im doin
so high off my ass while im doin this, all mine
Like a prostitue son, My lyrics are worth the time
6 feet under the ground there is a burried treasure
ya homeboy who talked shit!, killin him with pleasure
like 9 milli clips I pack light, you aint right, ima strike
nail ya boys head into the dirt likea mallet hits a tent spike!