hold up middle fingers up pussy ass niggas down nigga h town texas stand up southwest sunny side p a we up in here bun holla at these motherfuckers say nigga you can t run nigga you can t hide know that we got guns know that we gon ride blow out your insides and leave ya to rot cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got now all it take is one shot to put yo ass in a ditch but you gon get the other forty nine for bein a bitch go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to repercussions get extreme when we ride against you ain t no movin ya baby mama or your kids everybody finna get it for the shit that you did so when i get to ya crib better come out swingin cause the devil ain t even ready for this hell i m bringin we don t want no dope we don t want no cash we don t want no excuses we just want yo ass so when that front do crash and you see them soldiers when that gun go flash don t say that bun ain t told ya nigga if i pull it i mma pop and be the first one to bust we ain t playin wit chu hoes first nigga make a move first nigga hit the dust we ain t playin wit chu hoes yeah now i stand on my two feet one clip two heats 20 shot hollow heads bitch give me the loose leaf fuck beef i got a k for niggas in spots the laws won t find ya for days my nigga southside young playa full of plots and scams show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams boys know me in the hood but not from rappin back street trappin front line ya boy is a captain first nigga to shoot i ain t tryin to talk bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off no life is a tunnel while i m rollin with my gun up don t get ya bitch gun butt nigga what chu want what it ain t shit to get yo family touched catch a t on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch nigga i m in the game cause i love the rush love the bucks this fans money never enough nigga  uh hol up uhh forty five in the rover the k is on my shoulder pop yo bitch ass then i go and smoke it over niggas gettin older but thugs is comin younger so just in case you wonder i keep a f in the thunder nigga you s a blunder got rocked by the thunder cryin to that bun but he the reason that we done ya gave us the word said we keep the birds beefin is for nerds i put ya brains on the curb fucka pull ya piece nigga and watch you rest in it come to this clip game bitch i m the best in it your white flag ya wavin now it s on bitch please all your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese tried to let ya ass make it but ya ass act a fool now the h k the a k and the a r is the tools all ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less so tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress 