Word to my son man I don't let them see the monster in me

Load my 30, leave the crib and bring that choppa with me

I run them streets and make it home soon as my momma hit me

Put my son to sleep and right back to the drama quickly

Papi said he got them bricks and we gon' take 'em down

I call Omelly bring them shooters, we gon' break it down

He said he coming and he coming in with 80 pound

We finna line a ni**a up and we gon' take 'em down

"Hello" ("Dimelo?")

"Papi where you at?" ("Mi camino")

He said it's in and I'm like Papi bring the set

He brought his shooter, I'mma 'prolly bring the MAC

I spent my money on a lawyer and it's time to get it back

I got niggas in the bushes and they lurking

Young niggas barely legal but they murking

I hit them with the Desert Eagle and it's curtains

I'mma shoot him in his head cause I heard that ni**a working

Riding four deep, on my way to Meek

Said he got a lick for us, know this ni**a sweet

Said he got 80 jawns, who to call but me?

So I called my dogs, cause my dogs gotta eat

Let him off the leash now it's time to feast

Got McDonald's money but I'm tryna eat Philippe's

Tired of all this drought sh*t, this broke sh*t ain't me

If this thing go right, it's gon' put me on my feet, where I need to be

I ain't lying Meek, this ni**a move, I'm leaving him

I got some loose cannons and they all agreeing with me

Black glove, black hoodies, I brought the team with me

Black strap, MAC-10, brought the machines with me

Now we slidin' down the North, to 23rd and Berks

Cause Papi he got that work

Young hitters they with me, they tryna murk

I just tell them "chill we gon' take him for what he worth"

Load up the AK and the mothaf**ka MAC-11

Hundred thangs to a d**e boy, f**king blessing

Hit up Boobie told him "meet me on 183rd"

Funny how 187 get your boy hundred burst

Bang, Dade County niggas ain't a game

We call them sticks missed calls they gon' let 'em ring

SK's I gotta grind every month ni**a

My new shooter I ain't prayed in a month ni**a

Got the double, lit em all, you know I 'M' once

Told them bring back all the paper in 10 tons

See all the boys selling d**e just a day job

We dropping bodies how they really pay the bill boy

So papi how you want it? Body bag,?, keep it clean, let them live, bring back all the d**e and cash?

Paper right, on sight, thats just how it go

Tell them how you want it papi

Matalo! (Kill it)