Letras
Da-damn E, that shit exclusive
Turn me up, Slim
I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips
Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' fuck on your bitch
Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique
Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick
Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss
I kept a toolie since I was a kid
Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick
Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay)
(Bop) hop out with the tool
(Bah, bah) put you on the news
(Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose
(Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules
Uh, pull up on you and your bae
Uh, shoot that hoe on her face
Uh, masked up, with the .38
No face, then there ain't no case
All my niggas really 'bout it strapped up with them rockets
We be quick to do a homie
Every single nigga 'round me, they Zoe's, they zombies
Yeah, they're really catchin' bodies
My hitters gon' kill for that bag (ay)
Put racks on your head, you get whacked (ay)
We got niggas runnin' like track (uh)
Put 50 holes in your back (bitch)
I heard you pussy niggas tellin'
We don't fuck with snitches, we don't fuck with rats (uh)
So much niggas talkin' stupid
Typin' on computers, pull up with that MAC (bitch)
Pull up on your ass if you're lackin'
Won't hesitate to let you have it
Pull up like, "Nigga, what's happenin'?"
Hittin' you up while I'm laughin'
I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips
Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' fuck on your bitch
Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique
Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick
Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss
I kept a toolie since I was a kid
Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick
Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay)
(Bop) hop out with the tool
(Bah, bah) put you on the news
(Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose
(Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules
Uh, pull up on you and your bae
Uh, shoot that hoe on her face
Uh, masked up, with the .38
No face, then there ain't no case
Nigga don't fuck with O Sama
We pull up with choppas and send your bitch ass to the doctor
JayO Sama bringin' drama and send you to trauma
Head shot, boy, you're a goner
Niggas want smoke, they won't pop up my choppa go Blocka
When I come through, wet your block up
Nigga say he got a problem, well, I'ma come solve 'em
Pull up to your door, wet your mama
I came back to life I was destined
The new Makaveli, "Thug life" tatted on my belly
Niggas hollerin', they gon' get me, I'm ready like Webbie
Turn your dreads into spaghetti
You're Sama gang, then you're my bro
Bummy, Boo Boo and Mo, bitch, we're like Ed, Edd and Eddy
They sent my brothers up the road
Now I'm gettin' that dough, on the stove cookin' like Betty
I'm on the road doin' shows, takin' trips
Pull up on your hoe, I'm gon' on your bitch
Everywhere I go, yeah, I'll be with my clique
Fuck with the gang, you get hit with the stick
Call up my shooters, my shooter don't miss
I kept a toolie since I was a kid
Choppa like jelly, that bitch gotta kick
Run down on that nigga, choppa make him flip (ay)
(Bop) hop out with the tool
(Bah, bah) put you on the news
(Bah, bah) you snooze and you lose
(Bah, bah) we don't play by the rules
Uh, pull up on you and your bae
Uh, shoot that hoe on her face
Uh, masked up, with the .38
No face, then there ain't no case