your crew ain t no killers your hittas ain t hit shit what s your body count nigga y all niggas don t live that shit all these extended clips them sick dicks every nigga made my hit list got scratched off like quick pick you re not a gangsta you re a crook put down a gun get a book you re just a diamond with some fire that s why your shooting don t look smile soldier no train then ikea get hit sucker living in the rep that s why your wig get split they say they some shooters i don t believe these niggas they say they some hittas well i don t need these hittas nah i don t need these hittas thuggin turned me into a killer tryna flush em like a shitter fire comin through your pillow bet i make a nigga quit 150 in the stick i m just tryna get ya fixed put this all up in ya mix anywhere i go i m piped down play with tha truth and get wiped down if i go to beef and i bite down pull up on ya black out like it s lights down ski mask and a driver gun checkin for a coast let them youngins go to work they just here to get ya why you playin with a boss you ain t graduate the corner keep it movin in a new whip truck ll beat you to a coma get your bitch cuz i was on her head shot now she a domer when i m done i m getting lost sorry for you i m a loner i don t care bout em i finesse em every diamond on me random gang flier then a jet i just need a place to land em i got a stick let it hit i m finna talk my shit run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit run up on me get hit let me talk my shit bet i talk with the stick i ain t tryna hear shit  air it out to my man con i ma shoot y all and some when i pull up with a stick we gon hold you for ransom my gun shaking hold me like i got a nose bleed bukuboobukuboobooboomboom like pac nigga you can t hold me tryna turn up on me get shot in the mouth we ain t playing bitch not in the south i kill ya outside and not in the house i got respect for your momma but not your spouse i tie that bitch up and rape her too bitch show me the bricks the boy got an account twenty two in ya stomach and bitch runnin a leg keep squirming around and get one in the head boy i m gon out you i don t nothing bout you it s hustle gang you don t care bout who bout to pull quick cuz y all ain t doin shit i load the machine gun up out you brrrr brr brr brr pa pa pa ya feel me i got a stick let it hit i m finna talk my shit run up on me get brrr holes all in your fit run up on me get hit let me talk my shit bet i talk with the stick i ain t tryna hear shit i got a stick let it hit i m finna talk my shit run up on me get brrr hoes all in your fit run up on me get hit let me talk my shit bet i talk with the stick i ain t tryna hear shit