WHAT'S THE WORD?

(Shawty don't be outside when you ain't supposed to be

I don't want none of these shells to hit you, that's for damn sure)

(When I get off them green my words all in shambles)

(Between you and me, I beat em' with the handle)

Runnin' up the money, got my fingers gettin' tired on me

I keep a banger, cause these niggas tallking bout' sliding on me

Like, tell me, what's the word? I pull up with shit that get you high homie

Gettin' kinda' late, but I been out here since like five something

Bands in this backpack, now tell me what you would do for that

She tryna' run away with my kid, Now, who wouldn't shoot for that?

He might just OD off exotic drugs, he overusin' that