Shoot 'em 'til the chopper click
Then we out
Your bitch, she gon' suck my dick
Then we out
Head up to the store to get some backwoods, what they 'bout
I shoot that cashier right over the counter if they out
I need woods stuffed, right now, bitch
Then I'm out
I need double cup stuff too, ooh
Then I'm out
I need ice on my wrist, on my bitch
Then I'm out
Boy, your Rollie tick-tick
Counterfeit, boy you out, huh
All these little haters crossed out
All these sucker motherfuckers out, huh
Kickin' all these bitch boys out, huh
We in the haugh now, huh
This right here for the lil hood boys
This one for the trailer park, huh
This right here for the demons, huh
This is for my killers in the dark, huh
This is for the killers in the dirt, huh
This is for the gangsters in the park, huh
This is for the ones pourin' up, huh
This is for the ones who finna spark, huh
This is for the motherfuckers riding
This is for the ones puttin' on, huh
I just need to get my guaps and my chips and a bag for my bitch
And I'm gone, oh
Then we out, bitch
Then we, yeah
Death motherfucking Plus
Then we out, bitch
Yeah, aye, then we out, aye
Quit the talking, bitch
What? Then we out, aye
Bitch, aye
Death motherfucking Plus
Then we out, bitch
Ouija Macc
Yuh, yuh, what
Quit the talking, you don't want it, you don't want the [?]
What you want? You get [?]
You don't plus the fuck up to the top
Wow, I really never ever fuck with y'all
Quit your talking, bouta take 'em out
Yeah, we out
Yeah, we out
Fuck your talking, bouta take 'em out
Yeah, we out
Yeah, we out, bitch
Fuck your talking, bouta take 'em out
Yeah, we out
Yeah, we out
Fuck your talking, bouta take 'em out
Yeah, we out
Yeah, we out
