Fire In The Booth lyrics

[Part 2]
You try this whip (Huh), get a ticket to god n*gga
You see this clip? (Come on)
I can buss through them all n*gga
n*ggas know I'm Crip (Ooo Woo), I'm a certified member
Get a shot for this, get a shot for that, n*gga we bartenders
Getting head in the whip, skrt pull up [?] red defender
5 percent tint, you can't even see when she twist a n*gga
This Glock came registered to me, damn near sex offender
Turn a tough n*gga to a b*tch n*gga, this glizzy a [?]
Who sent them
Judge said that I'm guilty, I might be
Play Hide and Seek when they indict me
Court side with a nick like Spike Lee
Diamonds on me, getting froze like Ice Cream
Need a charger, not for my phone, my beam dead
Okay, n*gga say he Deebo round the hood, my gun Craig okay
Paramedics can't find his pulse, he not dead?
Momma on the scene like "No way baby boy was a saint"
You don't want smoke, cigarette
Couple shots to his body, Silhouette
n*ggas say he ain't die like what?
Gotta load up then spin back
n*ggas always saying don't lack, next day get turnt to a pack
n*ggas always saying snitch K, be the main n*ggas writing in the paper
Bullet knock his head off, we shape em
n*ggas sent a shot, bro they grazed em