[Joey Fatts: verse 1]
Know a couple n***as thats down to ride
Murk a n***a for a burger and fries
Turn your block to a genocide
Cause n***as hungry ain't shit inside
Bad bitch with my dick inside
Blue carpet when a crip arrive
You a target if you switchin' sides
N***as get to sparkin' that forty five
My tiny n***as hop out dumpin'
Travis Barker with that drummin'
Shoot a hundred rounds, its nothin'
N***a gon buy more shells in the mornin', i'm on it
Servin' enemy-gos n***as know my steelo
Catch you out while you with your peoples, shoot up your gazebo
Cutthroat, cutthroat, n***as goin' for the guts though
If you ain't tryin' to fuck ho, what you tryin' to stay in touch for
Got bad bitch, I don't cuff those
Stash spot where the cups go
If a n***a try to load a bus ima send them shells by the bus load
I fuck hoes, smoke dro, and get doe
Walk in like I need those
Treat a n***a house like a convenient store
Rob a n***a
Dessert eagle shell like a rocket n***a
Can't fit that shit in my pocket n***a
Probably knock my arm out its socket n***a
But bet you ima still gon' pop a n***a
Stop it n***a, you ain't no shit
N***as with no matters ain't got no clips
Bitch be so mad ain't got no sense
N***as ain't got no balance can't stand this bitch
My money up, team strong, my guns big
I always burn em like gonorreha
I'm the wrong n***a to fuck with