Tell me when the killin gonna stop Only when the slugs hit you in the night And you drop I'll see you in the drop Trying to be a trap star, wanna be a rap star
What happens when the gun's in your face? Or when drugs found inside your place? SWAT team rushin, bustin, cutchin,muskats your flusted Now your behind bars, And your girl with the behind is messin with your dog. And she's at the bar where your cell-mates tryin to turn you into a bra
You're cool Ok You're hard Ok You got that click I get it You bust that gun You stael that blood You just that dumb I said it
Uh, you wanna pop that still So quite the cock and kill Cause they don't love on the streets But why can't it be when every body laugh about he He wanna be a gangster, worst thing in the world if you called a wankster
Insecurety fill the man So he gotta act up by killin the man You all out on the street, Canl't walk away when you smeelin that feet No self-control in the man Rage, hate controlin the man Aw man! The murder rate risin better think twice 'fore your face in the line-up Got a cold case and your facin some time, Think about the cold case in your mind- I shoulda...
Guns killin 'till you learn I got the DJ runnin back like a punt return That 45 make you stomach churn, And we just tryin to party 'till the sun return
I ain't talkin bout 6 am, you'd be laid up stiff 'Cause if you smoking that pit, one move yall dudes be walking like this- Swords up my winner Gunz down, hands up in the club my winner DJ turn it up my winner Let the Sub bump, we just havin fun my winner. I'm high no blunt, We inside we fly, don't front Stutter-shades can't see my eyes, You hear my side The game is done (won, won)