Come through your hood with the glock and axe//
And if I’m cockin’ gats//
You’re gonna be like safeties in the zone the way you’re droppin’ back//
But I’m gonna be droppin’ backs//
I’m telling you niggas, you can’t stop the hustle//
Enigmatic done turned rock to bubbles//
Givin’ coppa's trouble//
Sendin’ shots at local crews, turnin’ blocks to rubble//
Handle beef properly, no matter what I’m doing//
Always cum hard, no matter who I’m screwing//
Known for aching y’all clowns//
Holding cake and rounds//
On the net or in the hood, eventually I’m gonna take the crown//
Clips and semi's that'll ooze you dudes//
Actin’ like E’s style ain’t new to you//
Bitch niggas, i've seen more logic in a rubix cube//
Lower ya tone, stop crying//
History i’m known for writin’//
Talking shit to me? You’re known for bitin’//
Despite the fact//
You never spent a day in the hood, i'll let you bite a gat//
I bring hell to men//
When I rock my ice, I cause hail and wind//
You can die a lot of ways, I’ll leave your dome piece flappin’//
Niggas talkin’ about clappin’//
They just actin’//
Spend too much time on the net//
So your war story's never happened//