Gettin Crowded

I throw up fours and I slide Most of these niggas ain't willing to die I sell a P of the Za These ain't no birds I let them fly I put them sticks in the spot This ain't no lick I'm the one twisting the plot Pointers in my ear Mufuckas hitting And I listen a lot I change gears I ain't got no fear when I leave my house A lot diamonds on my wrist I bussed the Cuban this shit getting crowded A lot choppas in my back seat put em in the trunk that shit was getting crowded I been trapping out the penthouse This shit private I don't do no public housing They went right I went left Cook on my laptop Ima chef Anytime a pussy nigga die I swear to god I don't care Anytime yo bro switch sides you gotta make him stay over there I ain't no crab and I ain't selfish you know how many blicks I used to share I'm tryna blow up on all of these bitches I need a bomb Playing dumb on all these bitches but I ain't dumb I want smoke with all y'all niggas y'all need some lungs Get a glocky with a switchy and a drum I throw up fours and I slide Most of these niggas ain't willing to die I sell a P of the Za These ain't no birds I let them fly I put them sticks in the spot This ain't no lick I'm the one twisting the plot Pointers in my ear Mufuckas hitting And I listen a lot I change gears I ain't got no fear when I leave my house A lot diamonds on my wrist I bussed the Cuban this shit getting crowded A lot choppas in my back seat put em in the trunk that shit was getting crowded I been trapping out the penthouse This shit private I don't do no public housing It's to quiet lets start a riot in this muhfucka You can't hide or tell no lies up in this muhfucka Some of my niggas super shiesty I still got love for them Navy Federal goin federal put five dubs on it Hundred thousand I don't need help counting that shit Balenciaga shoes Yeah they big but they help me balance bitch I need bread and cheese What you mean Ain't talking bout sandwiches Peace up A-town down Put him in the ground Nigga Atlanta shit You might get knock down You come around with all that playing shit I throw up fours and I slide Most of these niggas ain't willing to die I sell a P of the Za These ain't no birds I let them fly I put them sticks in the spot This ain't no lick I'm the one twisting the plot Pointers in my ear Mufuckas hitting And I listen a lot I change gears I ain't got no fear when I leave my house A lot diamonds on my wrist I bussed the Cuban this shit getting crowded A lot choppas in my back seat put em in the trunk that shit was getting crowded I been trapping out the penthouse This shit private I don't do no public housing