STICK UP 2

It's another stick up, put that money in that bag

Ghost glocks with a green beam and an extended mag

Yo nigga always hating he wish he had all the things I had

We shot him now his ass bleed like a bitch, lil bro you need a pad?

Them bullets gone' hit that boy up in his jaw

Yeah I stay out the mix and I stack my bread I'm the realest nigga that you saw

DJBOOLIN the youngest in charge he finna take off yeah that boy he a star

I'm AL Capone in this bitch I walk out the crib with a tommy and fat ass cigar

Folks nem' a junkie, sippin' the red and the purp he poppin' them pills like an addict

Stay in the crib all day you a lame tryna wolf lil boy you don't want no static

Drivin' the GMC Hummer it look like a tank