(Verse 1: Big J)
(BANG!) 2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it
(BANG BANG!)
If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it
(BANG BANG!)
So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)
Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding
Rollin' through the hood boy I'm dippin' in the old school
(?) with me (?)
I hope you fucking know me and you know what I'm about
Only business on my mind I'm living loud for the clout
See me pulling out the pop out everybody getting shot
If the opps they fucking with me I'ma give 'em what I got
Get back motherfucker I'ma get you in a minute
My forty-five throwing facials and I'm throwing up my set
Yeah I'm sharing my location cause these haters wanna try
Someone better call they Momma cause the kids about to die
Better give 'em 2 Shots click-clack to the dome they'll never be identified I let they brains go
Then I pull up on his homies light him up and watch 'em drop (BANG!)
Keep the chopper on my waist because the barrels still hot
Drive-by in the hood boy you know I do my thang
Looking for the family I let my nina sang (BANG BANG!)
With my pistol (BANG BANG)
With my Glock (BANG BANG)
In my city (BANG BANG)
On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home
With my pistol (BANG BANG)
With my Glock (BANG BANG)
In my city (BANG BANG)
On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home
(Verse 2: Loc Saint)
Shoot 'em up! Shoot 'em up! Watch everybody fold
1-2-3 all the bodies hit the floor (BANG BANG)
Big J is on his shit and everybody getting got
With the stick he going crazy and he never gonna stop
You bet I'm peeling off 2 Shots to the face
9 Millimeter no shots go to waste
My handheld ruger and it's pressed to his eye
Now we getting personal I watched a man die
Yeah I hold it down and I rep my fucking block
You know that I'ma slide on his motherfuckin' spot
Street sweeping in the hood not a single person left (BANG)
Headshot next shot (BANG) bullets to the chest
I see the motherfucker crawling and he's tryna get away but little did he know I can hit from far away
Cock back and pull it up you catch me aiming for his head
There's nothing more enjoyable than making sure he's dead (BANG BANG!)
With my pistol (BANG BANG)
With my Glock (BANG BANG)
In my city (BANG BANG)
On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home
With my pistol (BANG BANG)
With my Glock (BANG BANG)
In my city (BANG BANG)
On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home
(Verse 3: Hexxx)
2 Shots leave your line flat
150 nickel plated leave your face slashed
I'm in a killa zone baby the killas home and I'ma keep it chrome whether this killa wrong
Looking like a blow up back to this thug rap
Got the feds stuttering suffering succotash
Peep my history (uh!) I'm hella certified (das rite!)
Pussy you ain't the truth, you turned scurrdy life (bitch!)
Pull up in that bucket hearse homie it's the church
You on the turf, bounce 'fore you pussies get hurt (bounce!)
What's the word homie we ridin' or what
Put that bullet through your brain like I give no fucks
Click pump you can smell the gun powder
Screaming "fuck my enemies" and y'all cowards
Look! Basically stay the fuck up out my city everybody knows I got the demons rolling with me
(Outro)
(BANG BANG) With my pistol (BANG BANG)
With my Glock (BANG BANG) In my city (BANG BANG) On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home (BANG BANG)
With my pistol (BANG BANG) With my Glock (BANG BANG)
In my city (BANG BANG) On an opp
1 Shot, 2 Shots on your motherfuckin' dome now your bodies in a box and your never going home
2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it (BANG BANG!)
If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it
(BANG BANG!)
So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)
Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding
2 Guns out it ain't no doubt that I'm still 'bout it 'bout it
(BANG BANG!)
If you run your mouth you'll get shot down it ain't no doubt about it
(BANG BANG!)
So come and find out I run my town and other zip codes around it (BANG!)
Put my gun in your mouth 2 Shots go down and that's where your heart stop pounding