3 shots were let off
2 done missed but one of them paid off
He thought he was go make peace with that slug but he done bled off
It’s all about common sense
Now i got new money in some old ass rubber bands
You wanna fuck wit a g you better come correct
Im loco bro but ian no mexican
The opps getting away
I told bro to spin the block
But police come this way
I said fuck the police this time he not aint gettin away
So i press up on his car
Bullets get to flying then they hit his back
Ian gotta check i know he aint running back
You cant even see it on my face im too laid back
Im coming thru the back just be ready for the pickup
Remember to always keep your gun up during the stick up
If we do this shit right we can pay for that new reup
Time pass and we living good as shit
The rover is blacked out but there’s blood on my brand new timbs
The smoke screen be helping so the opps cant see in
They dont know the passanger strapped up in this bitch
If he spin back then im ready he aint never gon see it coming
I put the blicky up n i get to thumbing
Im scared as shit but ima strike ‘em like the thunder
They heard me from a block away so its back to running
You shoot at me i shoot at you n we dont say nun
Aint no time for talkin so ik its game on
You let me in your face and its game over
Its a drill night so we gotta stay sober
Cant stay the same i got old money in a new rover
Everybody is with you until they not
They call me ruthless cuz i love to play wit my strap
Im a hustler so i want everything like nino in new jack
I upped the pole n before i strike i see the fear
Me and bro stay ready but I don’t trust bro either
I see him hopping out the whip but he don’t strike me as no killer
He know im gon’ shoot so I up it n I kill him
I see them mad that my chain keep blinging
Room bumpin up but thats bro letting off the switches
They know we don’t play that we standing on business
He don’t know that in a few minutes he aint gon be living
I got beef but im spinnin thru they hood
Christian dior the seats wit the black leather and oud wood
Aint been thru the crib in a minute so you know where im going
My bitch been waiting for me i told her i been touring
Niggas think the gat in my waist a prop or somethin’
They think these hollow tips n empty cases fake or somethin’
I called that boy a dub cuz he got bagged up
They always want the smoke thas why i stay strapped up
Why you look at me? fuck around and get clapped up
I mix patron wit the henny it heightens my senses
Don’t pass me the automatic when we ride i prefer the semi
You talk behind my back but you dont really want it wit me
I want your number 1 spot cuz i stand on business
You got a gun in your waist tell me what you gon do wit it
All the people i killed
And all that hurt i put in they hearts
Now it feel weird starring at the barrel of this 9
None of it make sense now but whole time i was trying to survive
