First Verse [Kilo-G]:



Now if I step up on you with two nine millimeters,

Nigga you best to up and feel the heat from my niener

Or you gone be the, next unsolved murder case,

No damned description nigga cuz only you saw my face

But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,

Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time BITCH,

Optimals and fried pita and shit,

Only enhances the chances of cowards gettin' they dome split,

I roll with, killas who that reside and blunt fillas,

And in our midst is this thug ass nigga tryin' to get bigger