I'm the collector, they ain't give me my credit so I'm taking extra He on a stretcher, open his noggin and squirtin like ketchup Quartermac checkers, brody gon' line up for pens like Lester I ain't no wrestler, aiming for brains, I'm not that fiesta Suffocate him, stuff in his face in a zip rack Tummy shot, they had to staple that dick back She gon' bend down, let me hit that Flea, taking no check, I'ma dig that Outside, shoot up the block with a block Bye-bye, strip from the top to your toes Bend down, we cut the opp in his hoes Back out, he seen the chop and he front Youngest in charge, they say 2-2 to go I got his trees, driving him Aiming for melons, keep the blood in the coke Heard he got smack, he don't want smoke New drip, your fit when we empty them clips at Cool kid, we shot through his pants in a six pack Big Rude can't fit in my pocket Two shooters, same name, same knockin Switch lanes, too famous for stopping Swear we do track they like and we got him Blue tits, great tits for the switch up Chest shot, legs shot, can't get up Stemming shot, cool resource, he gasping Bullets gon' shatter his bone like a mirror We spinning in three, we can split up Dumped in the tremble, even slumped in the river 40 cal with a stick for the sticker Glove on my head, said I'm not with the slippers I got the keys, Blue Ridge, Valencia, the locksmith Mask up for the positive flocking Spot him, chop him up, get the dividing Been getting bands like Michael With a raw killer on that block, I'ma snipe you Big knocks, homie, won't fight you Kill him in traffic and take the red light, too I ain't really worried, I'll be posted 30 to clip, bullets miss when I load it I just might up it in public Shoot at the witness and skip the discussion Folks on a mission Chris in the cut, he gon' shoot with precision Other passionate, flocking to Smith And this car too hot, it's a risk if you in it My shooter, he get antisocial Drum on the Glock and it's beating like Pro Tools Play with my bread, I'ma toast you Busting these plays, I remember it's social Choke gang, Sock and Adidas Dude, you got a Chevy, if not, I don't need it I got a Pablo, Tricia I call up Tutu, she coming to eat up She drink, can't even buy the liter He caught the slap, I call Mato Cofina I got the streets from the Nina She put this blick in the throat like a leaf After she done, gotta leave I gotta pick up the drop for Adi Now he get sticky, with these picky n****s If he run him, we gon' flock him down I can send Rocky to shoot him He flock if he want, don't stop till the opp on the ground I'm the collector They ain't give me my credit, so I'm taking extra He on a stretcher Open his noggin and squirting like ketchup Call them act checkers Brody gon' line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler Aiming for brains, block that fiesta I'm the collector They ain't give me my credit, so I'm taking extra He on a stretcher Open his noggin and squirting like ketchup Call them act checkers Brody gon' line up for bands like Lester I ain't no wrestler Aiming for brains, block that fiesta