>>81716623I tote the rocket when I travel, I'm pistol packin' the heat pack (I'm pistol packin' in Hous')
I was lurkin' on his page and I caught him lackin' in Houston (we back)
We let off shots, he got shot and went live (I went live)
I was tweakin' like "Fuck, man, that bitch ain't die"
When they diss on two times, we gon' spin a few times (and I need you)
Glock .23 for two, three, let off rounds 'til you die (and I miss you)
Jump out, thought shit was sweet, 'til we found out the drop (and I need you)
Found out where that boy workin', then boy clocked 'em out (and I miss you) (hold up)
