"Ransackin" lyrics

Welcome to Clayton County, a.k.a. Jurassic Park
It's still the Wish-a-Nigga-Would Clique
Smack a ho tribe
Bitch, go get your-

Hold on, let me in
Add liquid, poke in your dope, pop your dope
Fuck I be rogue, then Chester be rogue
Wood Chamberlain won't even believe what I just scored
For the Bud Case I drank, I need that gold
To the doctor
Headshot, you need a bib like a toddler
Try to run up my crib, I'ma off you
Independent free agent, I'm takin' offers
The way these niggas act, they deserve an Oscar
Bitch, do no talking, only swallowing
Fuck the freak, hoe, I got the chopper
My little partner do no talking, just robbing
You ain't shoot shit, got stickers on the stick
Most wanted on that wanted list
Rockstar dripping niggas, sweetie fuck
Freaky bitch, I don't want a kiss
Should've popped him, he just sold me tricks
Taking risks, you got a wanted wrist
Bags in the spot on some hoarder shit
Hanging on the block like an ornament
No address, we can't order shit
Talking shit, your head get splatter spilled
Roller blinds, my knee gon' grab the wheel
Lifestyle trend, I ain't got no fear
Out in the street, you gotta watch your peers
My connects be on my gun for real
Drunk, got me slumped like I popped a pill
Savages on my block, take you still
Savages on my block, take your pipe
Bitch ain't stick around, only want one night
Sparking all the time, having gunfights