Yo bitch ask why I can't f*ck her,
Why I keep my lethal weapon bitch like Danny glover
223's gon' hit his head, hell nah that boy can't recover
Saw that nigga and he fled, man, I think his ass a bluffer
Bitch, I'm like no other, and bitch, I keep my cutter
Lil' ho must be crazy, I ain't goin' in without my rubber
Lil' bro think he fazed me, but his ass a ho just like his brother
I'm a rebel, all my niggas diggin' shit, pass me a shovel
Dig him up, body bag, zip em up
And I'm pourin' up this mud told that ho don't spill my cup
Choppa on me, wrap em him up, put that lil boy in a truck
SRT I f*cked it up, swervin' in this big ol' truck
DTF, she down to f*ck, told that lil' ho to pull up
I don't give no f*ck about my liver, told bro pour me up
Told that lil' ho I'm a sinner, euro stepping to them bucks
Number nine, that's fa the winter, and I keep my heater tucked
Yo, bitch, let me get between her, and I put it in her guts
In her guts, In her guts
Lil' bro run up' huh, better test his luck
223s gon' hit his head, f*ckin' up his tapered cut
Saw that lil' boy and he fled, boy yo ass a f*ckin' bluff
Coating up these f*ckin' blues, gave my hands a paper cut
Pourin' up this red, f*ck my liver
Choppa on my hip, it'll kill ya