U kno that I

You know that I.

Will keep it thorough to the death of me I’m ready to ride.

You know that I.

Am quick to bust shots till the day that I die.

4 pounds and tray eights, heavy revolvers

Three eighty automatic or the tray five pounder

Heavy artillery llamas is my specialty, hand guns, hand, grenades, meet me at the center stage.

Pussy ass fool,

you soft as a cushion, you remind me of a bitch who’s pussy I’m pushing.

Im a motherfucking threat to a lot of you dudes

I could truly care less about half of you dudes

Blow your fucking head off while I’m laughing at fools

Jump up in the whip and drive off on you fools

You know that I.

Will keep it thorough to the death of me I’m ready to ride.

You know that I.

Am quick to bust shots till the day that I die.

4 pounds and tray eights, heavy revolvers.

Three eighty automatic or the tray five pounder.

I’m posted up on the block.

The spot with Joe got popped.

You know it’s Bristol till death of me homie, You know the recipe.

Shootouts consecutively, bitches steady stressing me.

These fiends they be testing me.

When I spazz out don’t be copping a plea.

Switching lanes and turning corners,I swear the feds is on us.

So I’m a ride to the ending with this motherfucking Linden.