When I
Pull up, run
Whip out, gun
Hammer, up
I swear to f*cking god bro, I am done
When I
Pull up, run
Whip out, gun
Hammer, up
I swear to f*cking god bro, I am done
Hey,
If these motherf*ckers really want to talk shit
My choppa lift up to heights that,
Make these motherf*ckers nauseous
You left me to my instincts
The spidey senses tingling
Pow pow pow pow pow
You can't move
You can't rock
You can't lean
When I run
When I run
When I speed
Through the city
Through the smoke
You can't see, bitch
You can't see this shit cause you out of luck, yeah
Run this f*cking check, bitch
Run this f*cking luck, bitch (no smoke)
You ain't seen enough, bitch
I ain't seen enough, bitch
Run around town with a Glock-16 and
I already know that I am mean and
I am running like the machine, like (Talk your shit)
Like shit
F*ck all this talking
F*ck all this talking
F*ck all this talking
F*ck all this talking
F*ck all this talking
F*ck all this talking
The world don't revolve around you, bitch
Nail me up to a crucifix
Made of toothpicks, used glue
Spit
I tried to fist fight my demons in the Barnes
They prove to be elusive
I made it cool to look like a retard
Now they intrusive
Rock with me
Rock with me
We under control, baby