John Woo Flick

Look, tell them rap niggas we takin' over, had to change the flow up

Now I'm in the Maybach sippin' a Spade mimosa

Take the bid and make the quota with the bakin' soda

Pray to Jehovah, came with the shoulder strap, spray his home up

Wait, hold up, if I said so, spray your Rover

Spray his folk up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (ha, ha, ha)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up

Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up

I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wildin' (uh-huh)

And catchin' bodies, throwin' bullets like Aaron Rodgers (talk to 'em)

I'm lookin' at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?"

I'm aimin' at the middle of your head like Larry Johnson

Kush in the morning, drink my yak in the day

I'm tired of hearin' old niggas talk 'bout back in the day (fuck outta here)

I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K

Act like I'm playin', I'm pullin' up and I'm-a blast you away

Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (uh-huh)

My shooter comin' off the bench like Kyle Korver

Hide the body for a month it left this foul odor

I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fuckin' closer (Machine, nigga)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up

(Yeah, this shit real, nigga)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up

(The whole house heard that shit, nigga)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (shoot everything, nigga)

(Make sure you hit everything, nigga)

(Empty them clips, homie)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up

Yeah, Daringer compared to RZA

I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face

With a pair of scissors (hold that)

Courtside watchin' the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (uh-huh)

Spray the extended at a man somewhere in the trenches (uh-huh)

Ah, I swing this MAC, I'm clearin' the fences

Enough shooters on my team to embarrassed the Pistons (nigga)

The trap empty, all I had kitchenware and a biscuit (that's it)

I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (uh-huh)

This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I remember that)