[Intro]

Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong (Ha!), hey man, go that way B

Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you niggas, man, straight up, man

Y'all niggas better to go watch Montana 300 one through fourteen or something man, this fifteen

[Verse]

I been ballin', could've skipped college, I'm a bad boy with that Big Poppa

12 gauge when I headshot him, bust his head open like a pinata

Like Percy Miller I've been 'bout it, come find your ass like Bin Laden, I kill a clown over my guala

Don't give a fuck if it was ten dollars

Don't trust niggas don't trust bitches, I know these ho's like a pimp scholar

And it's MOB till the day I drop and these stupid thots don't get nada

And these dick riders try to steal from me, gon' feel the heat when that lead pop 'em

I whack a bitch and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms

Bought a new gun with two clips, I can't wait to use it and that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it

I hope you do trip as soon as you do it, I'll pull that bitch out K-9 unit

And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches

No top that's clueless, I'm ruthless, I do this

I'm ballin' these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick

And you mad at your main bitch cause that bitch bumpin' my new shit

Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty, keep the green on me like a jets jersey

Tell a opposition I ain't never worried, keep the thirty on me like I'm Stephen Curry

I can see you pussy like a miniskirt, keep talkin' you gon' get it first

And the toughest with you gon' get it worst, now go order up about twenty shirts

RIP with they face on it, had to show they ass how that semi work

Yeah they got smoked April twenty first, the next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse

Always sayin' somethin' but ain't sprayin' nothin', when it's beef I don't wait for nothin'

If I see a opp broad day in public, then I'm shootin' shit like Azae Production

Got word they be out there every night, I'm talking deeper than Barry White

We gon' ride past with that iron blast and start flipping niggas like Jessie White

They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice

And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this forty on me looks very nice

I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk bitch I hunt

Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump

This bitch got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk

But for today it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front

And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a nigga like he in the tub

These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up

Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem with killin' one

I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a fuck

I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell

To us she was a loving mother but to other motherfuckers she was clientele

And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that

I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns

And kill every nigga that done sold her crack

It's almost twenty years later

Now she finally sober

But that was the shit that I prayed about, I thank God I made it out

Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out

Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about

If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters, be outside your crib like we stakin' out

It's really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm 'bout to add to the body count

I'll Rocky Part Four 'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout

My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin', I think they might got a potty mouth

I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall

Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house, paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out

I'm sonnin' you niggas like J. Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out

Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house

When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out, I caught his ass takin' the garbage out

Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out

Black on black everything, we own black everything, that's the motto when we ridin' out

The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out

Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine, shoutout to my daddy he taught me how

My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse

I am the one that they talk about, I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out

That money be callin', I won't stop ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now

See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now?

I'm a dough stacking, dope rapping, no lacking, pole packing, Four blasting, soul snatching, toe-tagging, cold bastard

Better close your mouth or get a closed casket, show you what I'm saying like closed captions

Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic

I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget

Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, that's no passion

I'm the illest nigga that you ever heard, I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen

If a fuck nigga ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline

Bitch I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask about to kick door like karate class

Ask a nigga where he hide his stash, he better tell the truth like a polygraph

One false move and that shotty blast, leave a nigga stiff like a body cast

And we don't know nothing about nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask

Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them

Be with real niggas, doing real shit, if I get caught, I ain't telling on them

No tool, I ain't never going

Iron Man with that metal on him, only God knows where the hell I'm going

Make a nigga wish he was never born, these niggas broke, put a Price on 'em

I'm super fly, put a cape on them

I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them

From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat, like I play for them

I'll come at night and put the nine on them, with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan (DeAndre Jordan, DeAndre Jordan)

I'll come at night and put the nine to them, with the long clip, DeAndre Jordan