Goth Homme - Smith & Wesson Lyrics

I had it up to here with you niggas
I had it up to here
The vision is so clear ohh it is so clear
I'ma body a nigga to get some love
I'ma have to turn to violence i'ma have to do some drugs
So bitch stop asking me questions
I ain't got the answers
But I got that Smith and Wesson if you wanna be depressin
I'ma be the last lesson you learn
I'ma beat your brains in
Turn your body into dressin

I be that 570 motherf*cker they all know
You a 5150 with the shade that you throw
I ain't kicking in your door
Give a f*ck 'bout your hoe
I don't gotta do a thing to send a message like a phone
I'm the only one around here to do it like me
I stay unavailable like i got no id
You stay so predictable everything i see
You could try your hardest still won't ever compete
I been thru a lot so really you could never phase me
Give a f*ck 'bout what you think 'cause i would rather that you hate me
Always bitching 'bout the love you never get but you just lazy
Call up virus the equalizer
Got some rappers that been waiting attachments area