[Verse]
Loco to the bone, chillin' at home, all alone
There go the ring of the phone, I pick it up slow
Just when I thought "this'll hit" in I'm ready to go
Throw on my black and my red, I'm broke as fuck
But that could all change with a little bit of luck
Ya'll crying motherfuckers ain't shit, talk shit
When I scream in your face "get buck"
Bitches pretending they don't really see me
Till they saw my face up on the T-V
Kill a bad man, kill a better man, don't mean a thang
As long as the gun of the reaper
Put a bullet straight through my brain
Watch me regenerate, only I'm twice as insane
I'm coming for your wife and I'll grab a burrito as soon as I get paid

[Chorus]
Mask on, with a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on, with a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on, with a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)
Mask on, with a red magnum in your fucking desk
(Bitch, I got a lot of gats but I don't even need 'em)