Back with me, you know what it is. Yeah, I was your motherfuckin' woodtrip this year, come on. Dressed in all black and my gun the same color. Murder my enemy, love thy brother. And I ain't never give a *** about a motherfucker. Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin' stomach, yeah. You niggas better take side with young money, cash money. You'll get left in your ride crash dummy. Oh, I be around when the times get ugly. When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running. The magazine empty and the nines stop busting. I bang my fist till my palms get bloody, yeah, yeah. Cause I'm a monster, man, I'm a fire. My AP9 on jam, I'm a rider. You can't take it out of me, man. I be wild and you can wave, I'ma hustle, me fam. I will fire and drop a hater right where you stand. I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. The heat of burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. The heat of burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands. 22's, 38's, 44's, 45's, tucked in my 38's. Mack on my back, I am so ready for whatever that awaits me. Run up in your place while you're sleeping awake. Calicos, AK's, Uzi machines. Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees. I am taking names, so who wanna leave? Out this bitch with your brains and your do on your sleeve. I got the hood with the names of the crew on they tees. And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bull***ting. AR hit your truck, got your hood flipping. Feet by the engine, head by the transmission. Yeah, and I'll be right where I am. Mr. Me and my damn, *** me and my girlfriend. In this world alone, so bring it on. And I'ma have to say ya this song, yeah. I shoot you arm, leg, leg on me. The heat, I'm burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma wish a mothafucka a wood trip this year. Yeah, yeah I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. The heat, I'm burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma wish a mothafucka a wood trip this year. I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do. With a little red dot, nigga peek-a-boo. Ooh, shh, the silencer speak to you. Hit you from across the street while you're tying your shoe. Like bang, bang, say breathe, nigga, breathe. I stand over the body of the boy and his teeth say Bang, bang, say breathe, deep breath. I stand over the body of the boy and his chest clear. Now the boy is a mess and a block in fear. Cause your boy haven't left. Life is short, enjoy whatever's left. Then you run into a nigga like me and meet death. In less than three seconds, I pull a 380. Three feet from my waist, three inches from your face. Make no mistake, wheezy, never hesitate. I pop till your *** separate, like uh. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. The heat, I'm burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma wish a mothafucka a wood trip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. The heat, I'm burning bruises on my hip this year. I shoot your arm, leg, leg on me. I'ma wish a mothafucka a wood trip this year. Up down, come back, top to side. You hear a nigga like that, you gotta die. One.