Mac 11s, Glock 9s, Smith & Wessons
Mac 11s, Smith & Wesson
Glock nine, High five
You can pull up with a bunch of sticks
Mac 11s, Glock 9s, Smith & Wessons
Either way, no bitches want your dick
And you still ain't learned your lesson
Ain't no wrong in confessin
I don't know your situation, I'm just guessin
It ain't my fault, I'm just tryna lessen
Everything you gotta deal with
Man quit the gang shit
You a white boy from the suburbs
You don't know what you're gettin' in
It ain't too late to start quittin' it
Just admit it
You a bitch
You weren't made for this
When you see how it really be
Trust me, you gon' piss
I ain't tryna diss
But if that's really what it come to
Guess we'll have to see it through
You got blicks, I got em too
Braggin' bout your shooting skills, but I taught you
Bitch, I'm not a fool
I'm that one that told you keep a tool
This shit self defense, but you think it's just cool
You my bro, I don't wanna duel
F*ck, but if we got to
You can pull up with a bunch of sticks
Mac 11s, Glock 9s, Smith & Wesson
Either way, no bitches want your dick
And you still ain't learned your lesson
Ain't no wrong in confessin
I don't know your situation, I'm just guessin
It ain't my fault, I'm just tryna lessen
Everything you gotta deal with
Man quit the gang shit
You a white boy from the suburbs
You don't know what you're gettin' in
It ain't too late to start quittin' it
Just admit it
You a bitch
You ain't shit
You a bitch
You a bitch, aye!