Poppin' out the buses like I'm Rambo in the '80s

Down to give a fuck about nobody 'cause it crazy

I ain't Durk, but I got 300 shots just like the navy

I ain't Pooh, but all these shiesty shit around me is what made me

Fiend niggas countin' up the crib just like a pass

Layin' on the floor, think your mans going to need a razz

700 Glocks, got me feeling like I'm Tez

Why the fuck would I stop shootin' if I know the nigga dead?

I'm a factor in the streets, really active when it's beef

Had some niggas 'round me called Clapper with the hing

How the fuck you in the field, but buy you ain't even got no cliffs?

Niggas better stick to hooping, all that rappin' shit is weak

Hella bong misses, niggas still ain't uppin' up the score

Score another pint, now I'm swerving on the road

Drop a hundred shots, told everybody, hit the floor

He ain't no Syd the Kyd, but chopping every time he on the go

Dos, dos, tres

Cinco, cinco, seis

Sien, ties, dos, rip it through a nigga flesh

No hable Español, but I know what I just said

If you was really tryin' to go you won't have asked where I was headed

Ayy, niggas know I'm really hoping out the murder van

How the fuck he die a legend without a hundred bands?

Water deeper on this side, don't come up 'til the end

I guess a couple niggas drowned, call the ambulance

New Cam', make the record, someone take it from me

Until a rapper got the gun, you niggas think it's funny

Before I ever wrote a song, I started hitting hundred

Popped his ass with 22s and now the lead jumpin'

Dispatch dramatic call said there's bodies on the floor

Leanin' face-first, Randy Orton, R.K.O

Free the fuckin' the thugs, until they do, I'm on the road