Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket
overdrive, how to stay alive Jumpin' outta Lear jets no parachute, Fuck these niggaz, I'm runnin' a .45 I wanna be, ugh, I don't even wanna be alive
But if I gotta be natas, the hottest nigga wit' Bein' stated's what brought us, bloody up ya I drag ya through the mud Got love for guns, got for slugs
Drugs, thugs wit' turn ya rainy day sunny The got my nose runny Still runnin' up in these runnin' against these racists Treat ya like Joe Bruce wit' 2 faces and I don't be alive
Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my
Dump, dump, dump dump, dump, dump I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, dumb
Boy, boy, boy Gotta rocket in my Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket
Ski masks in the back I'm turning 6th street, you to feel heat E on the street callin' cops in, glocks in Cocks in, are blocked in moving out to Washington
Turn the siren down, with gun sound Double lock, up wit' the gun, clown You walkin' North but the sign say South Ambulance, yo, yo, you bucked
Man, move, yo, kid, you down Fall in the foxhole, dodger Hot in ya now, move a little farther hoes, you get fucked though
My aim sharp so, .38 so I duck shells they scatter 'round the rugs though I dump twicely, I dump nicely kid precisely, the wall so I'm also tech penetrate yo spray ya torso
Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket Boy, boy, boy rocket in my pocket
Dump, dump, dump dump, dump, dump I'ma dumb, I'ma dumb, dumb, I'ma dumb
Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket Boy, boy, boy Gotta in my pocket