Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every time it's up, it's stuck, nigga
(What up, Worthy?)
And ain't no coming down
Q-R-N
(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)
Quando Rondo, nigga

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts)
We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire
I swear that all I know is murder, baby
Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em
Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple

.223, I let some shots off grandma front porch
Life in prison in my backyard, with the graveyard at my front door
Fuck all that dissing, when I catch you, you gon' catch one, let my gun blow
Jump Out Gang jump out, then sped off
Ayy, .40 with aim, got the red dot
On the corner, he claim he dead on
I know the feds feel like we dead wrong
New Mercedes Benz, we spin the bend while smoking dead opps
This shit like a train, know that MAC-10'll knock his head off
I sip that drank just like it's eggnog
Came home like lights, slimed by a bad broad
Knock his dome, to send sincerely, B knocked his dreads off
Put him on the late night, I get ski like turn the lights off
My opponent scared to go to jail, but no, not me, come get stepped on (Fire on me)
Mike Amiri denim on my jeans just like Phat Farm

Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs
MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow
Clap, how lil' youngin' banging and they see, hit up his car (Facts)
We get the drop, we jumped the fence then shootin' off the fire
I swear that all I know is murder, baby
Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple
That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label
This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em
Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple

Niggas think that they the only killers in America
Pistols get to hitting like a missile, come through tear it up
Hell no, I'm not wrestling off the flat, no Rey Mysterio
Bullets get to coming through, they trap, you can't trap there no more
Daredevil, stick be in my lap while rocking Ferragamo
Twin shovels, we gon' need 'em both so we can bury fella', big stepper
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