Try to run me up and I'ma cut you like a dealer Steady like a doc I hold a Glock that keep a fever
Numbers on me, I like to carry when I'm steppin' case they pull up with three
So I be happy than a mother when I load up my piece
Cause I be painting on the sides that it be war and no peace
And when you're dead I just feast, to let you sit in defeat
While you lyin' in a coffin bein' six foot deep
I just be laughin' at your momma while she cry, and she weep
Knowin' this could gon be the end and then BERNARD on the sweep
Gonna kill with no peep ay
Wristwatch lookin' like it Rick Ross
Flexin' by itself, I don't need no f*ckin' big sauce
Watch out for the kickback, slick back, mobbin' with the flack pack
Take a little Xanny like a motherf*ckin' Tic Tac
Uh, yeah you know me good
I be flexin' round in the motherf*ckin' neighborhood
You got bands on ya, well I'ma rob you good
I don't be playin' with the bow, like I'm just robbin' the hood, bitch
Slimey' motherf*ckers wanna talk
I don't got time, make a motherf*cker chalk
Callin' up your momma just to make the bitch walk, ayy
Then we stop the car like the bitch about to rock, ayy
Yo, ayy, stop the clock
You got two minutes before I come and rock your block
All I gotta do is aim down cock and knock
Now they're screamin' out BNUT on the top
Ayy, yo, that's just the motive
Run around town, each side we be loaded
Devoted to nothin', you float when you drop in
F*ckin' up the scene like we kill no discussion
Like no Russian, we don't f*ckin' knock, we just rush in
Shove it in your mouth, that's a Glock, you disgustin', bitch
All I wanna hear is my name
Voices in my head and they all say the same thing
They be screamin' out BNUT, BNUT
But I wanna talk uncut, no buts
There's no word about it, it's just the same thing
Let me go and talk my shit about a different strain
I think I understand it, but is it real though
Talkin' bout reality, this ganja got me sayin' whoa