
I can tell these mother****er's scared the way they talk
Gold pyrex, I put diamonds on my fork
Pull up on your block, white chalk
Chopper bullets skate, Tony Hawk
I'ma cut your fingers off if you shout
Pop a perc, hit the cup, nigga pause
Hundred round drum, round of applause
B*****s know I got that bag, Santa Claus
I drink lean and I pop Xans
Slaughter Gang, we the Glock clan
Poppin' m***y b*****s, San-Tan
I'm back on that bullshit again
I wanna **** your best friend
I just went to bought a new Benz
Nigga I came from the bottom
We was starving, we was robbing
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
We ain't with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch 'em out back
Roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged b***h laying in the grass
Five shooters in the back of the Uber
B*****s and they ready to shoot
I tie my laces
I dip in that bag b***h and I take me a boof
I'm the Slaughter King b***h
I don't give a **** about you
You get you some money
You get you some fame
These b*****s gon' come out the blue
Bullet holes in my body
Paranoid I'ma pop it
If you snitchin' I'ma pop it
Wrong move, I'ma drop it
.15 in my sock, trappin' at the bus stop
Came from a nickel rock
Now I got a whole block
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
Mind your business, nigga
We ain't with that friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
That friendly shit
Catch 'em out back
Roll the window down and smash
Another toe-tagged b***h laying in the grass