Martha Mitchell (feat. Rundown Choppaboy)

Yo bitch come over here with gang cause she say that it's safe with us
Out in traffic with them dracs niggas know just not to play with us
Say they up on score but niggas really lost like eight bruddas
We two cars deep in traffic so that equal to like eight Cuttas
Dracs and switches in this car bitch if you play you lay
How you claim yo brotha was a shooter but he dropped the drac, Stop the fake

Looking too hard bitch I'll slang the chop ya way
And you gone know it's up when we come thru and leave ya block with tape
Free shooter shad and spazz up out that jam shit just ain't been the same
I gotta pop not one or two or three Percocet to keep me sane
Can't go out no opposition they bust on me I'm letting it bang
Can't even fuck with my old patna detective caught em and made em sang

I'm smoking on Keltion riding down Martha Mitchell
Rapid fye come out then switches you can't run they bound to trip ya
Got the drop we lay on him he come outside and we gone simp em
We know his ride but can't miss em
See em in traffic lock on target and them 556's flip em
Flip his ass