(Intro)

Pistol packin', never lackin'

Got me a MAC

Bosses who are always stackin'

Me and all my

Say that I won't catch you lackin'

Boy let's not pre-

I got all my guys

And they pistol pack the

(Hook)

Pistol packin', never lackin'

Got me a MAC 10

Bosses who are always stackin'

Me and all my friends

Yeah

Say that I won't catch you lackin'

Boy let's not pretend

Ay

I got all my guys

And they pistol pack the twins

Smith & Wesson to your head

It's gone have you on your knees

M&P 15's and a few SDVE's

Out here on the streets

Places you can't be

Slide on you one time

Promise you that's all I need

(Verse 1)

Got the woes ready to go

Don'tchu ask if they gon' ride

They keep sayin' that they'll die

Promise you, we still alive

Ay

Still got me the ties

And I still got me the time

Said that you gon' kill me boy

But you'on cross a line

You done ran from me before

You gon' run away again

I don't gotta bring the dogs

You just gotta tell me when

I do whatever I want

No one tellin' me I can't

I just hadda make her mine

Had to eat up on her sins

(Hook)

Pistol packin', never lackin'

Got me a MAC 10

Bosses who are always stackin'

Me and all my friends

Yeah

Say that I won't catch you lackin'

Boy let's not pretend

Ay

I got all my guys

And they pistol pack the twins

Smith & Wesson to your head

It's gone have you on your knees

M&P 15's and a few SDVE's

Out here on the streets

Places you can't be

Slide on you one time

Promise you that's all I need

(Verse 2)

Know you've seen me spin the block

I'm trynna see who is home

Catch you on your own

Or catch you witcho folks

Actin' like a kid again

I thought thatchu was grown

Bullet to your dome

Don't you ever hit my-

It ain't over

And death is comin' closer

I'm glad that you done chose her

Bitch, I never been a poser

I've always been a cheater

That's why I brought the heater

Choppa hungry? feed him

Turn his ass to a believer

Yeah

(Hook 2)

Pistol packin', never lackin'

Got me a MAC

Bosses who are always stackin'

Me and all my

Say that I won't catch you lackin'

Boy let's not pre-

I got all my guys

And they pistol pack the straps

Swear

You on your knees

M&P 15's

SDVE's

On the streets

You can't be

Slide on you one time

That's all I need

(Riley's "Fuck You" Speech)

Fuck you

Fuck the plane you flew in on

Fuck them shoes

Fuck those socks with the belt on it

Fuck yo' gay ass fairy faggot accent

Fuck them cheap ass cigars

Fuck yo' yuk-mouth teeth

Fuck yo' hair piece

Fuck yo' chocolate

Fuck Guy Ritchie

Fuck Prince William

Fuck the Queen

This is America

My president is black and my Lambo is blue, nigga

Now get the fuck out my hotel room

And if I see you in the street I’m slappin’ the shit out of you