I got a revolver in my right hand; 40 oz in my lap, freezing my balls Roll anotha tree, green leaves and all. Comin' pretty deep, me in my do-jo. I gotta get to backstreets; Wanted by the six-pounds And I got heat. glock, glock shots to the block; We creep-creep. Pop-pop. Hope cops don't see me; On a low key.