CRITICAL

We ain't done, we just havin' a little fun, ha, ha

Listen for them niggas that try to treat you like a son

all because you ain't have a motherfuckin' gun

Try me now, pussy, I might catch your fuckin' body

Drive by, hop out, lay the team down

Now, bitch, that's a couple homicides

Bitch, I put it in that fuckin' pan when I ride

I don't need no fuckin' body to slide

I put my trust in God

Even though I keep that lock by my side