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