223’s on the dash, I’m speedin’ like Melly,
red beams on ya back, 9lokk got the felty.
Night time, slime time, two Glocks syncopated,
sang to the sky, left his mama cadenced.
Lil’ buddy tried to run, made his sneakers do ballet,
now he moonwalkin’ chalk while the sirens ricochet.
I’m prayin’ to the judge, but the devil keep textin’,
if the coupe take a swim, let the .223 bless it.