[Verse 1: Bullet]

I'm in your face with a pistol, and you 'bout to die

And you gon' have a fuckin' bullet hole for an eye

I need the keys to your house, 'cause you ain't comin' home

I pull the trigger and explode your dome, and then I ride off

[Verse 2: Full Clip]

Well, I don't really know if you've been told

Full Clip pops off on semis while sippin' on Remys

Oh, the fuck yeah, and it ain't it, boss

I miss you and hold up your mama, then ride off

[Verse 3: Converse]

Bitch, you makin' me nauseous, plus I'm takin' no losses

Tell 'em Converse said, "Fuck Nike Air Forces!"

Stolen Porches, roll in Rolls Royces

But first I'll go swoop Sawed Off, and thеn I ride off

[Chorus: Lil' Shank]

I put in a hole in your head and thеn I ride off

Save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk

Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin' sidewalk

Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead, and then I ride off

[Verse 4: Cell Block]

Man, ain't nobody playin' anymore

Just copped a new Jaguar and I drove it out the store

Bag full of gats, lookin' to line you out in chalk

Catch you on the fuckin' corner, bust fuckin' some shots, and ride off

[Refrain: Lil' Shank]

I ride off into the night, bustin' shots in the air

Mean muggin', runnin' pockets like I just don't care

Sellin' dimes, quarters, and bitches, straight up player

I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere!

[Verse 5: Sawed Off]

Uh, walk into the mall, all cool and calm

Leather OJ gloves, about to rob hoes blind

Snatch purse after purse 'til my hands are full

Hit the exit to the grip all quick, and then I ride off

[Verse 6: Foe Foe]

When it's on and it's really on, gat out the back of my window

Lettin' that bitch go, me and my pistol

Just so motherfuckin' off the hook

Close your mouth about the game, I wrote the book, now ride off

[Verse 7: Full Clip]

Click click bang, go the gat to the teller's face (Pow!)

Empty the drawers then I blast everybody in the bank (Ooh!)

Head to the next one, I can't get enough

Takin' all this easy free-ass money, then I ride off

[Verse 8: Cell Block]

It was a murder scene, a drug deal gone bad

There were bodies everywhere with guns still in hand

But I was still standing with all the lights off

So I grabbed the duffel bag of the dope, and ride off

[Chorus: Lil' Shank]

I put in a hole in your head and then I ride off

Save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk

Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin' sidewalk

Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead, and then I ride off

[Verse 9: Bullet]

Players get smacked the fuck up and then jacked for they black truck

And then I fuckin' run 'em over and back up

The Rude Boy said "A bitch that don't suck dick

Should get a fuckin' bullet hole in her tit", and then he rode off

[Verse 10: Converse]

Ryda ride out when he gotta get paid

Ryda ride, Ryda roll, backseat, my twelve-gauge

When I bang, I bust, smokin' angel dust

But first I knock the rust out your ass, and then I ride off

[Verse 11: Foe Foe]

I'ma roll my window down

And point the barrel at your girlfriend's head and leave the both of y'all dead

Like blaow! Splatterin' you and your bitch

And then I double back and get the witnesses, and then I ride off

[Verse 12: Sawed Off]

When I be at the club, I always get mean mugged

By some little punk, motherfuckin', wannabe thugs

It happens all the time, so now I keep me a nine

Wait in the parking lot, commit my assault, and then I ride off

[Chorus: Lil' Shank & Bullet]

I put in a hole in your head and then I ride off

Save the wasted breath on a buster and let my gat talk

Leave that ass dead on the motherfuckin' sidewalk

Puttin' hot rocks in your forehead, and then I ride off (Motherfucker, say what?!)

[Refrain: Lil' Shank & Bullet]

I ride off into the night, bustin' shots in the air

Mean muggin', runnin' pockets like I just don't care (Say what, bitch?!)

Sellin' dimes, quarters, and bitches, straight up player

I ride off out this bitch into the atmosphere!

[Outro: Bullet & Sawed Off]

Motherfucker, my name is Bullet (

[?]

)

I ain't got no hollowpoint, though bitch, I'm smart

And know this much (What?!)

We go to the eastside of the Detroit city and ride off to the west ([?] yeah! Rydas!)

And then we go to the westside and ride off back to the east (Shine your tires!)

We ride off! (Bitch!)

Back and forth! (Give me your radio)