[Intro]
(8mc)
(It's MJL, ho)

[Verse]
I'm on my bullshit again
I take a ho to the Holiday Inn (Ayy, bitch)
Next week I'm takin' her friend
First one by one then we all goin' in
Just bought a firing pin
We makin' guns, we ain't makin' no trends
If I hear them sirens again
I scale the sack then I scale the fence (Ayy)
You smokin' on what?
He smokin' on dust, ayy
Fuckin' shit up like an update
Feel up the clip like a cupcake
She wanna slide on me, 'fore she can ride on me
I don't think, so I got way too much time on me
She wanna fuck? Then you can fuck my homie
One, two, three, and I got the .45 on me
Don't got the watch, this a 19 Glock
Smoke on the kush, it go right up my eyes
Don't give no fuck 'bout no Visine drop
My lean drop, tell up, "Pull up outside"
Keep one around me all times
These n***as act like they fight crime
I bet yo' strap don't look like mine
But I bet that pistol your lifeline
But I bet your bitch don't look like mine
.357 the python
Or new carbon fiber, the nylon
I up it and make you the icon
Uhh, we don't do talkin' a lot
And (?)
You can get chalked up, fuckin' with squad
She do the coke, fuck her jaw up a lot (Brrt)
Hop out, blast on a n***a
You asked for it n***a
It really ain't nothin', put cash on a n***a
If we get too rich, we drop bags on them n***as
Walk in ya trap with a mask on me, n***a
I'm blowin' some shit like it's ash on me, n***a
No Rolling Stones, put that mag' to a n***a
And I'ma pray for you right after the trigger
Put that on my side, n***as be bitch
He won't come outside, he ain't on shit
He wanna talk how he could get hit
Yo' shawty mouth wide eatin' bro dick
Two, three, like I play wit' the go
Cool breeze with the 'K out the pole
I'm finna blow n***a low and behold
N***a know what I hold
Boy you betta get low
He don't want smoke, he just wanna joke
Talkin' out yo' neck, this how you gon' get choked
Talkin' in there because n***as is hoes
She throwin' the neck because n***as is Crows
Gang no build up, I'm drillin' somebody
'Cause if there's shot fired, I'm killin' somebody
I get the bag then pull off with some thotties
I don't give 'em presents, them bitches get naughty
N***a talk tough, but not hurtin' nobody
Walked past him in public, he must've forgot me
My jacket I'm tuckin' a lil' pocket rocket
He wettin' his (?), but that don't surprise me
Uhh, say he ain't pissed, but he look like it
No, my gun is not Sandy, it hook like it
My n***as put faith in a lil' bottle
I bring the magazines too I ain't (?)