I'mma fuck you wit my gun
I'mma fuck you wit my gun
I'mma fuck you wit my gun
I'mmma fuck you wit my gun
Fuck wit me you better not
Fuck wit me you better not
Fuck wit me you better not
Fuck wit me you better not
Smith and Wesson 45 and a fucking Tommy gun
Pull up the van and ill rob the fucking money truck
Give me the money and ill tell you when the job is done
Whip out the Glock and ill have some fuckin choppa fun
Jab, jab straight and an uppercut
I got spidey sense I can tell somethings fuckin up
Bitch called me daddy I don't even know our fucking son
Put him in a rear naked choke then the bеll rung
Knocked your ass out now you fucking slumped

Bitch I'll kill you, send you to thе motherfucking slums
Got plenty guns got plenty fun (ay)
Bitch I pop 9's I fuck wit' Glock 9's (brrrt)

Kill shit
Kill shit
Kill shit
Kill shit
Slit wrists
Slit wrists
Slit wrists
Slit wrists
Two round mag in my mother backpack
Got a new shawty and I already tapped that
Got his ass crying I just watched him take a step back
Put me on a case and I motherfuckin beat that