Boy, you ain't gon' make it too far
Booted up, 365
And my shooters, they shoot too far
Still ain't told no lie
Lil' boy, them choppa bullets give you that fye
Eat your head like pie
Yeah, yeah, XD make ya momma cry
Blow ya ass up like a mine, uh-huh
They be like, "Fuck them Slayworld niggas"
You touch my gang, you gon' die, on my momma
Give a lil' nigga red eye, give a lil' nigga lead eye, uh-huh
Uh, uh, lil' boy, touch the gang, you gon' fly
Boy, touch the gang, you gon' die
Uh-huh, and the Draco came with a pipe
And I gotta catch my flight, uh-huh
And I'm ridin' wit' my T-Wood shooters
And my bitch, she booted
And my lungs, they too polluted
And my hunnids too blue, uh-huh
And we cookin' in the stu' off a blue
Jugg his shit then took him home
And we in DST with the flu
Hellcat make a nigga poop
Hellcat make him do a loop
.380 Hellcat and it no roof on it
Oh, that's your crib, then we drop a bomb on it
Oh, that's your bitch, we droppin' some dick on it
Oh, that's your wave, lil' nigga, we been on it
Oh, that's your vibe, lil' nigga, we been passed it
I smoke that OG, he smokin' on shit pack
And he think he gon' get his lil' shit back
Can't get it, lil' nigga
He think he gon' get his lil' bitch back
Off of that 325, I can't rap
My whip smell like lilac
Hollow tips poke him like a thumbtack
Hollow tips poke him, make him jump back
Finna run it up like a line back
Heavy weight nigga doin' jumpin' jacks
Finna chop you down like a lumberjack
Shooters, they keep that damn MAC
Spilled the pint on my kicks, damn it
Let's go empty the whole mag, let's go empty the whole mag
Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go empty the whole mag, let's go empty the whole mag
Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag, yeah, let's go empty the whole mag
Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag, yeah, let's go empty the whole mag
Yeah, let's go empty the whole mag