[Verse 1]
All yo homies pistol lackin'
You ain't bick, backen
Mine just pinning and tagging
All of our guns go click and clacking
Ready for lethal semi action
War ready we Iraq packin'
You don't want me outta my element
That's static you don't have it
Bringing extra clips
With extra jackets
Like inspector gadget
Claim to be gang
But you false advertising
I take everything you love
And uplift it and baptize it
After I take out yo homies
No more Instagram double acting
But back to the matter of hands
You split my heart in 2s
Call it mix and matching
Didn't find the O.J knife to start body splatting
Blood splashing the window
Make the neighbors start to grasp it
Making them pick out their caksets
And have the bodies start stackin'
Now imagine
Your boyfriend is a tiny worm, don't want it with the gang
I send a few shots off, and let God lead the way
As I resurrect the dead we aim for his brain, aim for the lame
When we start shooting
Causalities is part of the game
[Verse 2]
Black guns
Black suites
With a devils eye
I got the .45
Yeah she sitting suicide
She'll never take me out of the picture
Who am I
My name is Mujo mother fucker, yeah the demon child
I employ my blood that's the only thing I trust
Drinking distilled vodka
And having a choppa ready to fight my curse
Since birth
I've been raised in the dirt
Besides blood, there's rips, cuts, and dirt stains on my shirt
Feel like the Earth is Hell cursed
No nurse to pick you up
If your feeling sad, down, lonely, or even fucking hurt
I've been feeling this feeling
When I was hearing curse words on the first
And after that, leading myself to steal out yo old ladies carrying purse
No more police chases
More police escorts
Living good with my brothers
Tipping the pilot for his good work
You took my future girl, I'm not mad just on a positive note
Mujo's ready to take hostages
I'm the captain of this boat