Lurkin

Loading up a mag, boy these choppas leave you hurtin'

I just showed this bitch a bag, I don't really do no flirtin'

Took a ten, I need another one, don't think it's workin'

She wanna do some drugs with me, but now her pocket's hurtin'

I'm high as hell, behind the wheel, can tell by how I'm swervin'

I got cops on my ass, turbo leave em, that's for certain

Knife on the mac, I'ma cut a nigga like a surgeon

We got sights on your crib, you know my niggas steady lurkin

Wrist on me so icy in jewels, I'm feelin' like Frozone

I'm in the trap, lil' baby, you know that I can't even come home

I'm bout' to take this lil' bag to the bank, I'm bout' to go fuck up Wells Fargo