Julius Caesar

Trap out the bag, we came to attack

We slow as plack, and all that shits black

I got the pack, she got the drac'

I'm finna yack, then burn down the shack

Your bitch is a snack, nigga don't lack

Grab out the sack, that nigga quack

He smokin' crack, I put a four in her crack

I put some shots in his back

I'm a young nigga who keep it a stat

All these poles just cost me a couple of racks

I run them down in slats, free YSL they my slats

Run down your block with bats, y'all niggas run like rats