I pop the perler, bitch, I'm ready for action What the * you gon' do when my niggas start clappin'?
We pop out the cup with them automatics All them peppers gon' leave bullet holes to get jacked
Bitch, I'm strong with that stick, I ain't never lacking I'm a motherfuckin' gangster, I live by the street
Nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him back Bitch, I got shooters on shooters, they shoot like the map
These niggas, they pussy, they ain't shootin' they ass When I shoot this *, niggas automatic
Run out on the pussy like what's up? I'm better like Bo Jackson when I smack the package
Hit em with the hit, they like it's all mad The way you niggas go, I real trash
Yo, bitch, I heard fuckin' fall back And the nigga gon' disappear, man
How much was your boys' coke, boys? Run up on me, roll with that stick to your throat, boy
Tryna top in this water, I'm sick in your boat, boy
My young niggas, they slimy, too crazy I'm not a big boy, bitch, I make it look easy
Easy limit, squeezy, run up on me, I'ma lead a little bitch at bleed
My young niggas shootin' * up on the ring Stay your bitch ass in the house, cause it's killer
Put your ass on the wall, niggas, take your bitch, bring her back to the truck
Let her suck on the stick, let her eat up my balls, niggas
Hit with the stick like John Wall, niggas Pickbox like a DiPenjo, that mean I'm pullin' the string
Like Carl, niggas, who with you niggas? I know you the law
Bitch, I shoot with the stick like my number three, y'all niggas
Why these lil' niggas ain't be like y'all?
448 gang, shine like Paul Wall, nigga, I don't know what the * got me on
In the booth and I'm turnin' up the * drum
All that cap *, leave me the * alone
Cool on the beat, but I know how to get it on
All that sneak, dissin', catch one to the dome
Caught a nigga lackin' like it's home alone
Ooze, bitch, nigga, I think he out alone
These niggas be mad when I'm all in my zone
They know I'm trappin', bitch, and I never goin' home
I trap that bitch out like a runner, hoe
You trappin' my truck, but I need a percentage, hoe
All the time till I'm in his home
So I have my little pot and go shoot at his demo dome
We finna go see what legit me on
Talkin' that gangsta *, or how you missin', hoe
He talkin' that rah-rah
We smoke a bitch, nigga, just like some Zaza
Walkin' at the nigga, just like some Wi-Fi
Smokin' on dead niggas like how
When I up this stick, I made it set through the cha-cha
Four-five bullets on the shirt and the tie-dye
Send the pussy niggas to Allah
We got gloss in the max and them sticks and the tacks in the car
Tryna take her with the pack and he ain't get far
I'm a real street nigga, bitch, I'm shakin' all my targets
These blue-tip bullets in the car
Hit your block with a stick and I paint that bitch up like a artist
48 gang like a army
Tryna play with this *, we gon' turn your bitch ass to a target
I'm out the Glock and the party
Come Vanessa, yo, Benji, I'll take a rap bitch off the market
Let me get that
Ha, bitch
Yo, try more than two *, nigga, you know what the * goin' on, man
A whole lot of 448 *, man, a whole lot of FBI *, man
A whole lot of 1736
You know what the * goin' on, bitch
Ha