Gang! Bow down and respect your highness My car lean don't disrespect the mileage Copy my style that makes me a stylist I'll smash, trash you, then get at you Locked, locked, we got it locked Killer ****** no remorse like the cops I'll peel my planes then I'll go to black box Come back to life and start shooting black cops Thank you, stealing my style on the swag They wanna beat me Fuck it, since they ain't watching me so much They minds what put me on TV I know they wonder I leave them like Stevie I roll with co-busts so watch how you treat me Cause you could die And ain't nobody getting quick with vibe They throwing salt like I'm making fries But I'm by my bed it's like a nine to five If you play then we spray The last thing you wear is a suit and tie I grew up on super vibes The team get neutralized I keep the stick like a schizgabob I'ma load a clip and shoot a movie More guns than Call of Duty Gang