spray and pray at your wig
jump you and split your shit
at your crib it's a mayday
pull up and spray yo' kids
i won't shake no hands wit' you niggas
i don't need no molly to kill ya
ain't no more buddy-buddy
ain't no more buddy-buddy
so your boy be havin' guns
when that nigga pull his gun
say your boy be with the drug dealers
but be tellin' when the feds get ya
why you niggas talkin' out ya rabid ass mouth
got my black on black nine
get the back-to-back fire
still in the trap with a pack of crack rocks
who you bitches talkin' to? nigga
six-shot revolver shoot niggas
turn your face into a barbecue
i'm in the booth with a rifle now
you in the house with a bible now