Ayy, ayy, yo', yo'

Open up your crib, I'm at your door, bruh, pistol tucked
Open up that window with my gun out, what the fuck?
No, I'm not that nigga, came to play around, choppa up
I'm the one, hop up in your living room, you tried to steal my beam
Never miss a thing, ride around with that sting
And if I shoot, I'm shooting at everything
Making my choppa sing, you know the vibes
Bitch I'ma murder everyone I see inside, but that's a lie
I sent my bro out with that mask, you know he fine
Me and lil' KxllSwxtch, we makin' that kill quick
Quick with that pistol grip
These pills [?]
I never fucked with none of that other shit
Get money for myself, but I won't stop 'til all of my brothers rich
Got tired of my mistress
[?], I need me another bitch
Posted up in the gutter, you motherfuckers ain't hard as us
We ride around with that rubber
I promise you'll turn to slumber, bruh
Makin' that ch-ch-change
My chain rain, my foreign rain
Never thought stay the same
But they afraid to change the game
If I get caught inside it, you know I'm 'bout it
Who say a thing
I'll always be 'bout it
If I'm in county, I might be staying
Bitch, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
I turn your home [?] into a slaughter house
I'm on the block with them choppers out
If you want drama, I'll be with the llamas out
Sike, I'll pull up to your momma house
If you want talk, we gon' see what that drama 'bout
I only fuck with them commas now
I cannot see why you ain't getting dollars now, yo'
He was talking tough until we banged on him, stomped him out
Open up your dome and take your brains out, the fuck is up?
I got full clips, ammunition all I seen today
And if you pull this, it might end up with you in a cage
I'm at your home now [?] like parade
Tell 'em calm down if you want smoke then we got guns and blades
I got the pistol, I got the gun
My niggas pissed off, you better run
I dropped your bitch off, she had some fun
First there was ten clips, then there was none, bow