(We-We gone be OK)
Yeah pussy you get toetagged
Hang him up like coat rack
Keep the glock in my tote bag
I spit this shit up off the dome no I aint wrote that
You was talking shit you gotta go, you can't take nun back
Boolin with my slimes, they gon shoot at yo snapback
I got shooters all around me you best take a step back
Michael Jackson tell that bitch "Beat It" I be doing "Bad"
Would give you a piece of my mind but I been losing that
Yeah I been losing my mind
Every second that passes I've been losing time
I got Oakley my glasses look ahead of time
You can't look in my eyes so you can't tell that I'm high
Running up my bag in any way I'll milk this shit dry
Only shooting men my choppa gay no that shit aint bi
Pussy said he tryna kill me tell that pussy boy try
Rick Owens my jeans cost a car from 2005
Imma cut off yo tongue if I hear you telling lies
Go get money you bum you should work a 9 to 5
All I know is redrum, hang with drillers got mob ties
G19 get you fried, split ya wig to the side
Yeah pussy you get toetagged
Hang him up like coat rack
Keep the glock in my tote bag
I spit this shit up off the dome no I aint wrote that
You was talking shit you gotta go, you can't take nun back
Boolin with my slimes, they gon shoot at yo snapback
I got shooters all around me you best take a step back
Michael Jackson tell that bitch "Beat It" I be doing "Bad"
Would give you a piece of my mind but I been losing that