Before the night is gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch Two clips together, it's round, I let it loose in this bitch Keep plenty guns, confront the slums like, *, how roof is it get? It's straight red rum, I scream all dumb, cause I'm gon' shoot once you pick And that's a death row stick, cause it got bodies on it Came from a society where you drown from catchin' bodies on it Face that to my dot, be on it, tell Boomer right, the cops been on it Can't copyright change your persona, bitch, nigga, be aggressive Got that bar in here, we can meet up in it *, nigga, you a worker, do your job, remember we ain't friends Bitch, nigga, hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the den Same nigga throwin' up that note, walkin' up and down the street with the twins Get in your *, then I dive again, when that bag came, then the ride was in Bitch, I been on survival lines for the shooters, niggas, this a shot, I spend Three-fifty-seven with them coppers in, we're for other industries, say, kill a goat Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know, he be massed down with that calico On Cornell Street with that know-it-all, hunnid grand, I connect the phone Ridin' round with a spoiled bitch, when a nigga tell me sell a line, it's no Disrespect my mind, you know, show the daddy how it go Leaders, bitch, we just hit the block, spend again, wait at the store Tryin' all this brick, shoot at the hoe, dammit, baby, dammit, flow Say they * with you, but really don't, air again, cause I seen it before Real game, baby, made it through the snow, like a hot boy, I been in it Come a top boy, it's killer season, cut your water shut for any reason Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Chasin' in the city, duckin' from the cop cars Posted up on the block, still, they makin' sure he rocks, hunnid Niggas do it, kicks dribble, bam, boom, oh Oh-oh-oh Walkin' straight up out a hill with them cold caverns Straight up out a bank with them same nails Soul stealer, big chain, he gon' get her attention We're in a parking lot, hear that bet from the bleacher Runnin' recruits as we steppin' on leachers False claimin', we gon' murder the teacher Shoot the whole thing when you play with the niggas Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure Pull up, blow that bitch up for no reason Shoot the bitch up, then we leavin' * around with these niggas, man Only thing they understand Tell them I'm signin' with these dangles I say, cut her off, motherland Creamin' for that blood, I'm sippin' up I need three more, like, bitch, I need I need ten I need ten I need ten of them fuckin' boys Ten bucks Ten nicks TMI, I'm a bad fool