He ain't gon' let you say nothin' bad about me
Why you ain't grab it off my top? I thought I had a bounty
Heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies
I heard he shitted when we popped him, that's a bag of brownies
Put down this flag and grab the Bible, that's a changed man
Why you ain't slidin' 'bout your, 'bout your main mans?
Why you ain't slidin' 'bout your, 'bout your gangland?
Now she ain't wanna fuck with Mozzy till he came, Lamb
And then they let my partner fuck him until he came, 'Rari
Them .40 shells is bool and all, but we gon' AR him
Bitch, it's a gangster party
I could've parked him if I wanted, I just pay for parkin'
And they know who they better not play with, niggas ain't retarded
I went to war with half my hood and I'm still gang regardless
How we ain't the hardest?
She said I give her Martian vibes inside this UFO
Who lookin' for me? Tell 'em, "Pull up," finna do a show
Off methazine, we sippin' clean, it got me movin' slow
He seventeen, torchin' niggas, went up 2-0
My killa's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl
Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this Super Soaker
Off methazine, we sippin' clean, they got me movin' slow
He seventeen, torturing niggas, went up 2-0
My killa's ready, drop confetti, this a Super Bowl
Ain't got a stash that's big enough to fit this Super Soaker
I asked you niggas, "Do they love me? Do they love me not?"
If I gotta ask you, then eventually I'll probably pop your top
With a Super Soaker, keep three shooters in a Rover, my lil' niggas gon 'step
Two dead, four hit, bitch, but nobody wept
We solid, our street name's legendary
Had to drop a couple bands in my dawg commissary
He gon' send you to the mortuary, don't do it to yourself
He got my back when I'm right, got my back when I'm left
When I'm left, I need help, they gon' step like some hyenas in the jungle
Welcome to Baton Rouge, we lay by your baby mama
Narcotics won't take me under, I'm tryna make it to summer
I'm tryna do for my mama and my three baby mamas, all I know is
We gonna make it when I ride 'round
It's not on safety, it's small talk
Well, these niggas super soaky, but we got them Super Soakers so we gon' be alright
Book a nigga for a show, put him on death row
