They gon' like this shit
Poppin' out the buses like I'm Rambo in the '80s
Down to give a fuck about nobody 'cause it crazy
I ain't Durk, but I got 300 shots just like the navy
I ain't Pooh, but all these shiesty shit around me is what made me
Fiend niggas countin' up the crib just like a pass
Layin' on the floor, think your mans going to need a razz
700 Glocks, got me feeling like I'm Tez
Why the fuck would I stop shootin' if I know the nigga dead?
I'm a factor in the streets, really active when it's beef
Had some niggas 'round me called Clapper with the hing
How the fuck you in the field, but buy you ain't even got no cliffs?
Niggas better stick to hooping, all that rappin' shit is weak
Hella bong misses, niggas still ain't uppin' up the score
Score another pint, now I'm swerving on the road
Drop a hundred shots, told everybody, hit the floor
He ain't no Syd the Kyd, but chopping every time he on the go
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Dos, dos, tres
Cinco, cinco, seis
Sien, ties, dos, rip it through a nigga flesh
No hable Español, but I know what I just said
If you was really tryin' to go you won't have asked where I was headed,
Ayy, niggas know I'm really hoping out the murder van
How the fuck he die a legend without a hundred bands?
Water deeper on this side, don't come up 'til the end
I guess a couple niggas drowned, call the ambulance
New Cam', make the record, someone take it from me
Until a rapper got the gun, you niggas think it's funny
Before I ever wrote a song, I started hitting hundred
Popped his ass with 22s and now the lead jumpin'
Dispatch dramatic call said there's bodies on the floor
Leanin' face-first, Randy Orton, R.K.O
Free the fuckin' the thugs, until they do, I'm on the road