Uh, uh, uh, zamn
Yeah these niggas getting clapped up
I.L
It's The Mack bitch!
(Dave The King)
I walk outside all my niggas strapped up
Yeah I'm a shooter
I'm the fucking captain
And we play with 40's and you play with cap guns
We'll beat a nigga like we played on Kapcom
All the choppas got the drums
Aye, you don't want none
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them fuck you up
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them tie you up
My niggas will fire you up
Dressed up in the designer yeah you know I'm fly as fuck
Any bad bitches already gonna fuck
I just wanna pop a pill and wanna bust a nut
If a fuck nigga try me I'ma bust my gun
Yeah I mix the juice with the rum
Shoot a nigga up, make the whole crowd run
Yeah I got a 50 under my fucking gun (Yeah)
Choppers and shit, my shorties play with them sticks
All my niggas legit, we be cutting them bricks
We be hitting them licks, we'll run in your crib
If a nigga say something, then we splitting his wig (I.L)
I be with them killers and them shooters
Bitch I'm off the Mack, got the mack, got the rugger
Pop, pop, pop I send shots at your medulla
Lil bitch around like a car or a scooter (Yeah)
My chain on froze like a cooler
Lil bitch give me head, that means brain like a tutor
I'm a boss, I'm in charge like a ruler
And bitch I'm 7-4 until I go like Larry Hoover
Don't show no opps no favoritism, I shoot at every opp
If there's a price tag on your head, I let that medal shop
You say your block be doing numbers, I got a better block
And if a nigga sneak dissing, then they better stop
I'ma pop em', then dump his body by the docks
If I need money, I need money all around the clock
All you do is talk about what a nigga got
You the law and I hate talking to the cops
That mean no conversation for us, get away from me
I'm that nigga, give 2 fucks bout' what you think of me
I'm in the party off them pills and a gun on me
And if I up it then that mean you better run homie
I walk outside all my niggas strapped up
Yeah I'ma shooter
I'm the fucking captain
And we play with 40's and you play with cap guns
We'll beat a nigga like we played on Kapcom
All the choppas got the drums
Aye you don't want none
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them fuck you up
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them tie you up
(Dave The King)