Shooters all over my back I just be used to the pack I just pull up in a hummer while dodging the bullets And then I be sending it back Thought I be up against k9s But nah they puppies They barking like that I ain't got time to be showing no Scooby-doo snacks to find you So **** where you at The **** out my face It's time to get back To where shit was my way She been at my place A couple times now Yo hoe on my side Better cut to the Chase Cut to the Chase It's a cut to the cake Ain't even mine But i'm all bout the taste **** the opps they beeen Long time trynna get on my face But they on to me late 40 bands all on my feet 223 into my pistol I got it right here in my belt with me So I can just blick you Yo girl be ****ing with somebody Else but you seem like the issue The way that you crying all day It feel like you needed a tissue Ain't gon' stop Told you I shoot you until you drop Always be aiming for head, no top Bullet proof vest ain't a Chance it block Running the city until I stop I Don't want fame but I want my guap Part of my mission is selling rocks Put a bitch back in her place, no thots Put a bitch back in her place, no thots But she came too hot Went to Poland but just walked I ain't lil yacht Walked outside it's cold as **** Like it's Canada I'm from there but not your spot West coast is my block West coast is my block West coast is my block West coast is my block