Uh, like what? Who that? Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck Can't stress, too tack, my footy don't jimmy, I only go blast With this Jenny, it get active, first name Henny and last name Action Said what? He captain, son act big till lil' bro blast him I really gon' do without rappin' if I stop doin' this music This game is the ones that be clappin', shooters the ones that be shootin' The bitches the ones that be passin', know that my heart is confusin' I really gon' do without rappin' if I stop doin' this music Like what? Talk out your mouth, get punched And please don't talk about shooters, cause all of my shooters is clutch Are we dumb? Better run, you know that we shootin' for fun You know that this clip hold 30, so 30 gon' come out my gun Ay, ay, ay, whisper your block like three deep synth shots Put a opp nigga on the TV, ay, put a opp nigga at PC Free all the gods off the rock, makin' movies, ay Even John Cena can't see me, 12 on my ass, take a trip to the B-streets, ay Bro go stupid with the GC, make one call here, put a nigga six feet, ay Glocks, uh, shooters comin' at your top, uh Freedom always is a must, uh Free my brothers off the rock, uh Locked, uh, not, uh Foreign *** never stop, uh Think I got some red bottoms, uh After steppin' on his top, uh, uh Better pay attention, all of my niggas be really with it When we come through, we slidin', we hittin' niggas And these bullies be flyin' on through the distance, look And we ***in' the baddest bitches, they ain't lookin' no pretty But get to clickin', when the liquor get in them, they start to send it Yeah, they really with it, yeah Put a nigga straight on his back, if he try to run, he gon' land on his face Think I'm a vampire, ever since I got blood, I just need me a taste I want them soldiers, got fifties and thirties and switches on drapes He think it's over, I just got the logo, I'm makin' a date Big stuff, uh Real about business, recess the last time I played Big rep, uh I put him down and his brother still mad to this day A devil My Glock's from Australia, you better check on your mate I'm nothin' like Adam and Eve, I'ma cut the head off a snake These niggas be actin' like Broadway We shoot him down up in Broadway I'ma keep it on my side till my hip ache The clipper *** goin' like Subway I'm a lil' demon, for real These niggas just be stuntin' How you turn that to a fuller? I gave that bitch a lit button Like what? Who that? Boy talkin' tough, he get put on his neck Kid stress? Too tack, my footy don't jam me, I only go blast With this Jenny, they get actin' First name Henny and last name Action Said what? He Captain Sun, ex-victim, lil' bro, bless them