Don't Know My Style

Ya don't know know ya know

Know know know

X2

I was raised in the jungle where dem killas swang vines

And if a n***a got a problem

Add it up its my nine

I was exposed to these killas out here doin they crimes

So all I know is load the clip up

And go smoke me a dime

And its some dirty cops out here

So I guess I can pay time

Throw down a couple racks and roll rite back to my place

Ain't no need for no court its just another cold case

But when my n***a got locked up it was a slap in da face

I just hope I don't get caught up

And go and ketch me a case

I'll have yo baby momma cryin

Like she was sprayed wit some mace

And I got dat berry kush

Come and get you a taste

25 for a gram

Come and spend you some bills

And light it up

And lean back it ain't nothing but thrills

I don't f**k wit da rocks but I f**k wit da glocks

Hit ya up and leave you sinkin

Like you feel of a dock

Man these p***ys pointing fingers

Like a muthaphukin clock

But when I let off dat choppa

I make they f**ken heart stop

So you p***ys cool wit me

If you don't tic or toc