i gotta 22 not much bigga than my fanga a when chesta pistol grip pump us a head ranga a two shot daraga nine lil milana
abig fourty glock just call me the gun slanga some ak's spray to kill the front line one hundred and thirty dead from
squeezin' off one time all you mu-fuckin' who gappin' fly lip let it rip don't slip i'm workin' wit five clips
we fifty deep and err nigga wit me got they ice on lil nigga that a break yo face like roy jones crushin' bones when it's
on we ain't never scaed them memphis boyz be so serious when it's bout that bread kidnap family members them niggaz don't
leave no witness they all love a gansta that shit be so addictive when we pull up they know who we are by ther we blowing
take yo vest off from blowin' yo kneck off and eyes out high speed chase i follow you to yo hide out shot yo fuckin' ties
out don't try to ride now what happen to the base in yo voice you just cryin' now i thought you was a man you starting to
look fine now a grim we been lookin' for you in boyz time now then blow the wrong shit out of the right side of yo head
not a scread maine we keep off the frame we staying away from lames we runnin' the whole game i do it like a g you ain't