we slum

(please don't make me

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me)

stuck in the bottom of the bottom

nigga

you don't want no problems 'cause i'm gon' to get 'em

got 'em

beam down

red dot 'em

i'm serving red robins

just as soon as i spot 'em

adios

he hauled it

you know fatt

he 'bought it

matter fact

reroute it

'fore i send them bullets flyin'

crashin' like i killed the pilot

they gon' have to x-file it

another nigga missing

where he at? shit

i don't know

tupelo

mississippi

hey

somebody better help him or they gon' have to ship him

to the er to see abby

baby girl gon' snitch him

throwing hundreds like i'm pitchin'

i got it

i'm a rich one

bet whatever i'm leaving this motherfucker with a thick one

i don't know you

bitch

you trippin'

bust this nut and i'm dippin'

out of sight

out of mind

another fucking dimension

i'm a nut with this pimpin'

hit it up

hoover crippin'

shawty motherfuckin' fatt

the potbelly mack back

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off that safety

killers on front street

'bama gone crazy

this the shit they did to me

that's the shit that made me

weezy threw a pack out

i ran it up through 8th street

bought it out by carvin'

dodging black chargers

made it out the mud puddle

now i hustle smarter

ran up with them sticks out

boy

you know what this 'bout

new rock

kilos stuffed in the tube sock

straight drop

i'm hungry whether i ate or not

it's fuck cops

a hundred orders on my block

it's no stress

i done this shit here with no sweat

big tec

push a button

shoot at your neck

no flex

i really brought it up out the 'jects

no test

we really at it so cut the check

what's next? a hundred shooters with no vest

no warning

a few killers with no regrets

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

i've been in the back

back of that pontiac

wearin' all black

sittin' with a bag of smack

a duffel bag of dope

a nickelbag of funk

two gats

and a dimebag of crack

shawty fatt

nothin' but trouble

big henri

yeah

motherfucker

these pockets gotta get filled up

so i got the box if you got the bubble

chevrolet

several day

every day

up them streets

them boys

they peddlin'

turn that stomach upside down with violence

that's unsettling

ten toes down since they found prints of the brown timbs

in the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin'

creek water

bitch

made on south eleventh

oakley or states

bitch

231 shit

trunk muzik

goddamnit

pop the trunk and didn't panic

waldon park

took that shit to another planet

so fuck you if you hatin'

homie

i got all this credit on me

the streets are like wipers zonin'

twistin' verses

rigatoni

sick of phonies but i never get lonely

they keepin' my violet

and ever since fatt closed his eyelids

he became my pilot

yeah

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

please don't make me take off the safety

i run things

see

things don't run me

we slum