[Verse 1: BashOut Teddy]
I think it's time, that these n***as find out, what iron 'bout
When I'm on your ass, we both can't sleep, no choice but to hide out
Tell bro: "Let's ride out", see if they out, see what they 'bout
It ain't no timeout
Bring the 'K out, bring the J out, Jumpshot
I hit for three, you know how that be, I got a bunch of shots
We don't got no bunch of opps, to 50 percent of they fans'll flock
'Til we smokin' on 'bout 35, 15 percent they still alive
I know they surprised
My lord and savior rise
I know he tired of keep gettin' visitors
It's war time, I'm sorry god, I'ma keep on sendin' these n***as up
I put on the news, man what the fuck, it got me sittin' up
Let me find out, he ain't get enough
How he fightin' for his life, I hope he give it up
Pussy bitch, what you gon' go in critical condition for
For 03, I grab the stick, you in the back with me
I got two drums, you got a 60, it's a clappin' spree
I told Sheisty, grab the wheel and bitch, you bet' not crash the lease
Fo' got the fully, he get away, he got the fastest feet
He be goin' make a tragedy, catastrophies, a massacre, a masterpiece
I ain't doin' no rapper beef, we wrap the beef
Slime bitch, fuck the boy to sleep, so we can trap the beef
Die quick, all black in the street, we all matched when we creep
Fly blitz, fuck your rapper weed, this trapper weed, it got me high as shit
They dyin' quick, nine outta ten, they got hit with all kinda shit
And I'm on my Osama shit
I blow the block out, now it look like Vietnam and shit
Boy we got atomic sticks, [?]
What you know 'bout that, off that 2X, we smoke a lot of it
When they gon' scope out that, they slidin', but I'm doubtin' it
This zaza loud as shit
Me and Qpac smoke the best of opps and we got pounds of it
[Verse 2: Quando Rondo]
Huh, I been on some mobbin' shit
Geeked up off them Roxy's with that rocket, on some robbin' shit
Courthouse with that docket shit
Spin around and we pop that bitch
I got that 40. on me in my Robin jeans
That's the same thing, that got your partner hit
Bitch I gang bang and I ride 'round with that 40. on me with a Bompton bitch
Brains hangin', I done saw that shit
Jump the fence, ain't no solvin' shit
Up and out the window, that Revolver hit
We need another window, soon as darkness hit
Bitch, I'm talkin' Jackie Robinson
Big extendo, ain't no dodgin' it
They must not heard, that we First 40' shit
We wet him up, thanks to my spoiled bitch
OMG, that little thirty cut' we grip
We clutch on heat and play for keeps, really they can't even afford to beef
Fraud out like it's forgery
They caught out, once that 40. leak
We let some shots off, from the block, I want the top dawg, no extortin' me
(gang)