Y'all all wrong this is his best verse
Yeah, you don't know what that new Glock do
You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2
You don't know what the grind is like or that new rock do
You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full
Chump, you don't know what that oo op do
Have your block like oo aa oo
Who shot who
Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you
I hop in a coupe and do my do
I pimp most of these bytches, really open these bytches
Ask about me, you thought really Tony was vicious
Man I'm that times 2

So please homey, cuff your bytch and let that guy through
Let that guy move
Let that guy go
Man that guy crazy
Let that guy know
Cat got rabies
Yeah MAC got 80
Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies
I lock the block down
Like a jailhouse lockdown
Cops found, razors in the mattress
I let the 8 boop off at your face dude
Have you coming out the speakers like the base do
I'm a mothafukkin beast and animal
2003, the street's new Hannibal
Man I show you what the piece and hammer do
Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you
Let the 8 spread, off at your face head
Watch your face, head sorta like snake's head
I'm guerrilla, born lion hearted, ape bread
Zoo minded, eagle eyed, beetle side, snake head
And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you
All that just to shoot you
Fall back, this shyt is cuckoo