M16
I'm reloading my magazine
And I will murder every bomb applied
Why?
Keep my hand on my gun
I'ma do what the beef cause these
type of problems ain't finna go away
These friends I'm packing with me
remind you don't ever * with Trey
And if these bitches get up in you,
ain't no need to pray
Cause praying with this pain I had you praying they take you away
I still post up and let niggas know I don't rule a thing
I'm gangstaff I motherfucker,
tone down and watch I make it grain
And it ain't nothing that can stop it,
I promise you that
I put that on the truth my brothers and Mr. Fat Pen
Now if they really want it,
these niggas gon' have to get it I'm tryna put
something on your mind just so you don't forget it
My M16 will be the reason niggas take a loss when I need it
all Just watch how fast this bitch will rearrange your house
This * I gotta make the laws back up and get the swipe And
even what they gotta give it up cause these bullets be hot
I'm like original roster who wanna roll with me Cause
what I'm bringing out don't think they wanna smoke with me
I'm big load in my magazine
And I could murder every Kelvin
Armageddon
Keep high head on mud girl
Is
it me chlorine
RNG
Is it me 45?
Is it me tripping this self on?
Me M16 taping off the murder scene
Inhaling potent roja with muddy cocaine
Me people don't even play me close cause them don't know me
Me don't want no company,
me kick it with me longy
And would murder anyone of you snitches run up on me
Hope my grandmother didn't raise a killer,
she raised up a Christian
But the fact that I was already down
and people kept digging made me crazy
That's why I got no love from nobody lately
And I told y'all once before none of my weapons
have a safety Run up on me once,
I'ma beat yo ass down
Run up on me twice,
I'ma heat yo ass down Place you in another dimension,
nobody can
see you now Rest in peace,
I'm the king of the streets
M16,
I'm pretty gold in my magazine And I could murder every book like one
Keep my head on my toes