Fuckboy what is happening? Get the fuck out my sight, I'm rolling with my dragons And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping Ain't no mothafuckin' compromise, you going to die Fuckboy what is happening? Get the fuck out my sight, I'm rolling with my dragons And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping Ain't no mothafuckin' compromise, you going to die Straight out the psych ward with a mothafuckin' machete Do not come out doors, I'm an outlaw creepin' with a M4 Put the mask on and I'm ready for an all out war I don't think these fuckin' boys even have a clue What I'm ready to do, I'll bring pain to anything that moves I'll raise hell if I have to, if it means bagging bodies Then I'm back to the booth with a mad tune Shots popping off sounding, like a mothafuckin' NASCAR When I'm coming through Got the whole gang outside and we mobbin' through Like a fuckin zoo, I'm a menace too Sit the fuck the if you ain't 'bout this shit Throw the gang up if you rep my set We don't fuck around with them lame ass kids Bitch stay in your lane or you'll wig will get split Fuckboy what is happening? Get the fuck out my sight, I'm rolling with my dragons And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping Ain't no mothafuckin' compromise, you going to die Fuckboy what is happening? Get the fuck out my sight, I'm rolling with my dragons And we will end your life, I grab the AK and cock it It wants to exercise, this shit is jumping Ain't no mothafuckin' compromise, you going to die Bet you little bitches wanna brawl now I'ma keep on goin' 'til you fuckin' face down Too much talkin keep yo mothafuckin' tone down Better look up instead of just fucken runnin' around All these mothafuckas thinkin' they can talk all that shit But have nothin' to prove but got a mouth that don't fit After awhile, man, I'm sick of this shit When the reaper comes to put a fuckin' end to this shit And the world is mess So now my mind is mess I grew up from the fuckin' gutter so I'll never confess And the panic that I feel always up in my chest I take a couple of xans and I've settled with less Be a lesson learned, with the things we earn More money, more problems it becomes a concern I wait for the day that, I'm put in a urn And I thrive in the pay, 'til it has taken it turn yeah