Letras
Get smacked if you act up
Getcha racks up
.44 with a Mac tucked, getcha ass snuffed
Four hoes shaking ass, tell 'em pick it back up
Stone cold, just a wild frigid nigga masked up
What the fuck, bro?
I get it crackin' with the snubnose
She really asking "Where the love go?"
I don't really love hoes
She really mad and what the fuck for?
I been an addict for the blood flow
Nigga better run home
I keep it loaded off the lot and if we roll then I kill it
I keep a pole inside my pocket, put a hole in your Civic
You wanna go ok I got it, I keep smoke in the chimney
She running low on them narcotics so she hope I ain't busy
You wanna kill me wait in line, lil pussy, I ain't into that
I'm busy dying while you hatin' on the internet
I'm breathing fire out this big ass 9
My .45 operatic, sound like Satan when I spin it back
BLAT!
Hit the gas, cold steel when I crash cars
Cracked in the cap, hoes kill if I ask for it
You a hater and you know it homie
I brought a laser, not to mention got a 40 on me
Runnin' with the goddamn clip
In the goddamn Tec
Couple hot lead tips
Leave you goddamn dead
And if my 9 don't spit
Then my Glock gon' BLAM!
I'm a goddamn king
You a goddamn stan, lil bitch
Get smacked if you act up
Getcha racks up
.44 with a Mac tucked, getcha ass snuffed
Four hoes shaking ass, tell 'em pick it back up
Stone cold, just a wild frigid nigga masked up
What the fuck, bro?
I get it crackin' with the snubnose
She really asking "Where the love go?"
I don't really love hoes
She really mad and what the fuck for?
I been an addict for the blood flow
Nigga better run home
Get smacked if you act up
Getcha racks up
.44 with a Mac tucked, getcha ass snuffed