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