point 'em out point 'em out
you know that dude up over there?
he talking 'bout he got a lot of bitches and i don't like that
i ain't got no bitches like him and i want him gone
i ride around town with the gangstas
niggas had to hang with the strangers
but them niggas not gangstas
a lot of fake niggas not too many ones real
gotta pop a pill nigga just to stay awake
them feds started watching
tryna tie him to the keys
open up the doors i'm a flood the streets
looking through the blinds shoot you through the screens
i'm real nasty like the top of a soda
any rap niggas keep testing my gangsta
two niggas get smacked with the bottom
fuck this money and fuck them cars
fuck them houses and fuck them banks
up on these fucking niggas
this is 20 shots to ya motherfucking wig
i'm sipping lean everyday
you know what i'm saying? aye throw that nigga the ball
man. see if that nigga catch it. if he don't catch it you already know what to do. the fuck you mean you ain't bout to do that to bruh. oh
i see the type of motherfucka you is. you scary! and you know what happen to scary motherfuckas
you get dumped in the back
trashcan and beam in yo lap
crack in the valves nigga
dump a nigga out the trunk of the boulevard