We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
walking out the ten in blue balenciagas
i caught an opp, now i got blood on blue balenciagas
up that .40, let that pistol sing a melody
freak all of that talking, we can go to war
leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
i got something that'll put you out your misery
seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three