Fuck with me, you know what it is

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a younging stomach
You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money
You'll get left in your ride crash dummy
I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop busting
I bang my fist 'til my palms get bloody
'Cause I'm a monster man
I'm gonna find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider you can't take it out of me man
I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'm 'a die with this blazer right in these hands

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

Twenty-twos, thirty-eights, forty-fours, forty-fives
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whatever that awaits me
Run up in your place while you're sleeping, awake thee
Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines
Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees
I am taking names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on their Ts
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshiting
AR hit your truck got your hood flipping
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
And I be right where I am mister
Me and my damn pistol
Me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And I'm 'a have to sing you this song nigga

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do
With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo
Shh the silence will speak to you
Hit you from across the street while you tying your shoe
Like "Bang! Bang!" Say breathe nigga breathe I stand over the body with the boy in his tee
Say "Bang! Bang!" Say breathe deep breathe I stand over the body with the boy in his chest. Clear!
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause your boy up and left
Life is short enjoy whatever's left
Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your face
Make no mistake Weezy never hesitate
I'll pop 'til your shit separate like ew!

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year

I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruiser is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year