[Intro]

Ghost, D-Block, LOX, nigga

[Verse 1]

Think about your life when I'm contemplatin' your death

Shiftin' with my right hand, steerin' with my left

Weirdo, knockin' off your earrings with my TEC

And your ears too, why the fuck you think I'm tryin' to hear you?

Me verse the day I'm expectin' to kill a bear too

All I see is blood, even when I got a clear view

That's what life do, read sun tzu in high school

And that was for night view, let's talk about it

Nah, I'd rather not, nine in your chatterbox

I could take the ox and open your Adam's apples

Ox, chill Ghost, nah, P, (-)

He gon' put this head under the tire of his Maserati

And then go for a nice ride

You don't like me, I hope you know that it's likewise

Better have a gun that sound like the (-)

Howard, you a coward, you better get you a lifeline

Have a real nigga bowed for you?

Better check the bushes cause a real nigga crowd for you

What's your life worth?

Why don't you name the amount for you?

You couldn't pay me not to kill you

Black Label, Rolexes, Mercedes at the venue

At the crib, hopin' his lady's at the window

He's the food, but we only waiters to get the menu

Life a diesel, prepare to see evil, you know men do

They say greed'll get you killed

You up the bat now, but don't bleed in the film

I'm comin' throw low, blowin' weed at the wheel

Bob and weave, known to leave, get the bees in jail

LOX, holiday, hollow-tip, homicide

Had to do it, tellin' my homie go get the hideaway

If you got beef, I kill you right away

Bullets is lighter-sized, you'd never see a brighter day, nigga