Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uhm Uhm Uhm

That boy so bad, that boy so

That boy so bad, that boy so

That boy so bad, that boy so

[Hook] x2

He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

He dead and gone, no more problems I'm the problem solver

Click click pow problem solved!

[Verse 1]

Gun on me faithfully nina how I adore you

How I hold you from the side when I control you

I won't miss

Don't slip then I get closer and I can't miss

Stand over him like a pianist with no bench

I hold the key like Mariah when I fire

No lip all 4 fifth

Throw clip cutthroat niggas I know them

Throw them somethin to wipe out ya hold shit

Notice me never I'm all black

Masked up Jason

Part 11 I'm more scarier terror

I look fear in the eyes like a mirror I don't fear him(Uh Huhn)

I share 'em with the rest of the pallbearers, bury him

Very low I'm kerosene gasoline

It's asinine to fuck with me

Come and see

That's like running into a fucking tree

Climb up mother fucker I'll leave you hung for weeks yea(Stupid)

Get 'Em

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I run with niggas consider themselves gorillas

I feed them banana clips

Head stomachs and hips

Quick tip quit sippin' that Patron

That shit'll get you flipped like a baton

In two arms

Who calm, I'm calm, you calm?

Tick tick make a nigga drop the bomb

Weed lit yea I'm from Hollygrove Vietnam

Military status captain gone

Yeah ask them all they'll tell ya

You fuck wit the boy and they'll smell ya from anywhere

Big Bleezy I'm on like the mayor

When it's beef I feel like Lil' Jon nigga YEAH

Scare you right out your draws

Act up and the AK 47 knock ya right out ya truck(Get Up)

Back up turn ya lights out your done

5-4-3-2-1..yourself

That mean GO N-E..GONE...Get 'Em!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Gillie man I don't think you niggas should really fuck with me

The gun off me urgently workin' and twerkin' it perfectly

Circle the block I'm like fuck it I'm bustin 'em I'm cussin' 'em

Like fuck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em I buck 'em

Buck 'em til it's empty

Get at me spit at me you make this a shootout nigga

I hit you, you missed me I left and you missin' That is really good

I waitin' I'm sittin I'm patient I'm loadin' I'm clickin

I'm spittin' I'm spittin I'm spittin I'm spittin

Till it's clickin' and clickin'

I ain't trippin' I'm givin' them to the river

Callin' them shark dinner

They human tuna

Weezy Baby, Lex Luger, Freddy Kreuger

Do Ya (Bitch)

Who you playin' with

With that back and forth shit

Nigga I ain't Stan Smith

Bitch I clap quick

You ain't nothing but a sandwich

To a man bitch

I leave you lyin' down in ketchup, catch up! Yeah!

Eat you niggas lunch..eat you niggas for lunch...Get 'Em!

[Hook]