[Intro]
I shot this shit nigga
I recorded this shit, and shot this shit
I'm the boss
[Verse 1]
Micro drac', handheld
Shooting this bitch with one hand
23 shots stuffed inside my Glock I named it Jumpman
Cuz could be whooping your ass from left to right
I'm still gon' jump in
'member I was broke and fucked up
Ain't have not one gram
Me and cuz got it together said, "Rob him, we gon make one plan"
Stick every that nigga in his goddamn city
That's just how the fuck we finna play it
Nigga put money on my head, but I up this motherfuckin' Glock I ain't nun' to play with
Pap' get to talkin that shit on this motherfuckin' beat they say I'm going fed
Imma load this motherfucking drac'
One thing I can tell you is, "Bitch I ain't running scared"
Mama say I'm ill and need some pills, 'cause I'm sick in the head
Feel like a a blind man the way I sleep with that stick in my bed
Switches get to going off "grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr-grrr"
On god hit everything in sight
12 tried to get behind us, nigga I'm pulling off before they could read my rights
Stick my wrist in a bowl, I'm a turn a 2 back into 4 imma hit with all my might
Behind the door, I lock it with a 2x4
I been here all damn night
That's not your gold and nigga them not your rolls
Why you tellin' all them lies
Fake ass killers and these fake ass goons stories
These niggas move like Plies
I need a dealer license with this Drac' the way I flip a ride
He spin, we slide, shoot, fire, none of them niggas gon-
One more time
He spin, we slide, shoot, fire, make sure none of them niggas survive
Glock going off
"Fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire
Fire-fire, fire-fire-fire, fire-fire-fire"
Shoot a nigga soon as he go live, he made Fox 5
Aunty what the fuck do you want?
Get the fuck on
[Verse 2]
I ain't got no made up story for these niggas, on God
Boy I be cooking that shit
They just pulled up on me in a all white hood
You good cuz, trust me I got my stick
That car spin twice, them niggas get hit
Don't give a fuck 'bout who them niggas with
It was what it was, it is what it is
Still breathin' when he fall, then hit him again
I ain't got shit to say to these bitch ass niggas
Boy your OG a pussy
Overcharged him then we took it
Bitch you should've known we crooked
.556's will change up a nigga stomach
Like he got a BBL
I'm Dr. Miami, we faceshot gang
I'll change everything on a nigga head
My cousin passed the blunt, back looked at me
Said, "What was wrong wit your head"
Ion know if the nigga serious, or if he really scared
All I know is clutch my pistol when niggas moving really weird
He got a bunch of sob stories for me, don't really wanna hear it
If you ain't gon get in that car, to jump out and shoot
Ion really want you near me
Nigga we don't give a fuck if you with your family
In a crowd, we'll clear it
Bitch ass nigga shoulda moved your momma out the hood
Before you started all of that dissin'
I know your sisters still stay in the house
We don't give a fuck boy we'll hit all them bitches
Kill all them niggas
Put the dog on dawg then dog a nigga
They say Papi a lawless nigga
The drac' will take ya largest killer
On God