I'm prolly kickin narcotics I need a bitch who look just like Mia Wallace Ain't worried bout what's in ya wallet I'm taking it all (WHO) Im making her walls (LOOSE) Who taking the crown Said that I'm not bout it Then come to my town Burn them fuckin tires When I find where he reside My life used to have a light But that shit gone and fuckin died You could tell it in my eyes Bitch you better step aside Or get killed by the roll tide about it Say you holdin bitch I doubt it Cop a couple pounds of brown and discount it Best not be on my dick after this shit drop F*ck a desk job all I wanna I see is dead cops Who servin ? Lossalane in turban A devil is emerging F*ck up a Sunday service What you gonna do Fish scale I be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12 Ship sailed but we sinking F*ck with me I know just what you thinking Aye Now they screamin robber robber Want to call the problem solvers But I got a problem solver blocker I could pick a punk straight the f*ck up out a helicopter Kinda awkward how I want to be a martyr Murder me over goin back in time just to f*ck Virgin Mary Got a team that I don't gotta cary When I'm dead and buried Tell em only cry a tear for me Sunday Service Showing up in churches Hide behind the curtains Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect Sunday Service Showing up in churches Hide behind the curtains Dirt and Barrel mothafuckin lurkin Bunch of dead Christians make the whole world perfect