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