S W nine millimeter, double barreled rifle, check Semi-automatic infrared laser beam shot, Puff, I'm ready to go
Threw the around the shoulders, toasters in the holster Kim let's go! Slow down bro You with the rap Rambo, Montana a hammer, a camera and a 'Life After Death' bandanna
Here take it, in case I make it 'Cause if my don't end, I'm damn sure gon' fake it The way I see it, mmm, In the gunfight, two on three, you on me
Dawg, I got shit to the world shake One mistake, blaow, start a Fuck niggaz, them niggaz dust to me And if I knock Cyrus off a plus for me
And the funny about it, I'm a bitch And got niggaz from me, like the Olympics And I my man Gutter I'ma get him And shell I spit, is guaranteed to hit him, blaka
down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got to go
I heard Cease and Puff callin' like the Tabernacle I'll be down in a minute, I'm drinkin' a
A Snapple? I got bombs and shit Grenades and razor blades and alarms and You come on, girl, throw a hat on that weave I'm tryin' to catch nigga Cyrus, 'fore him an' his boys leave
They at restaurant that serve African food Where you allowed to weed and the waiters is type rude You see, I used to date this bitch from Half-African but she like Madonna
check it, she had a tiger for a pet I'll never forget, the restaurant is we met And her girlfriend Lizette, that bitch is a I used to fuck her in the ass while my was asleep
And she the one who me where these cats is at I can't wait to get the gat and holla back, Kim
down below, fire in de hole Lose control, got to go
We came to a red light, right-of-way to pedestrians Two black and lesbians The nigga Puff to holla at these bitches I'm like, "Yo Dawg, them down with them niggaz"
And never would the drugs make the bitch up I got hit men, spreaded the restaurant for backup And we through headsets and walkie-talkies Them niggaz just bitches like my
like to forfeit, we on point like snipers Cyrus and his Doolies, is Clueless the movies All I can think about, is how he killed my man Cut his head off, masochist
Yeah, Cyrus did it, Cyrus the Virus they him When I finish him please, his name is Swiss Cheese My main focus, is his right man Mouse An' Sheisty and two-sided, profession dick
And his boys, they to be all on his dick I mean the whole situation is really makin' me And when Cyrus got up, and off to the bathroom We started niggaz up like a vacuum
Bullets nonstop, and bodies droppin' Puff yelled, "Away", that's the cops My trigger finger itchin' Then came spittin' from the kitchen And next second, you it
Listen, it's soundin' the 4th of July the solar eclipse is lit right in the sky I can't believe this guy, he fall over Holes is in his body the size of cup
One more shot, over, shit Puff, I'm empty But I'ma hold my breath, til he to his death But he was This kid squeezed off in his pelvis
Pressure down below, in de hole Lose control, got to go
Pressure down below, in de hole control, got nowhere to go
Pressure below, fire in de hole control, got nowhere to go