It's like I got the 4-4 On the in it, two door dropped And my spot is but hot The cop throw some murder in the lot
My got popped With a bullet that was for me The by T's and B's and the regencies Fuck what the be, I'ma start squeezing these
Them ain't G's, they wanna be thugs And it shit to slang these motherfucking slugs The ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies tears Brought to life momma's fears
Pictures of a son from that hot ones flying Baby mama's at the funeral 'Cause the lit him like a Black & Mild I rolled out on his ass on the solo I caught him up on mo mo up co-co
I got to tip on the in like po po taking lives with the, oh no It's a 4-4, with a silencer for the whistle My pistol 'cause when I let that bitch ride
I the homicide is being carried out in official Niggas steady bumping gums but want none Because of these hot ones that on contact A manic that's prepared to die in
Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me Don't be to say I can see the in your face As I my waist for this warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-4 But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a straight loving your warm embrace I got love for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I don't let it ride But still I 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got plenty love for the And when I pick it up, I really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing warm embrace All you motherfuckers better duck and Before I let it ride, the sucker aside Still I bust because I'm loving your warm
I love the element of surprise when I'm taking these hoes With my 4-5 Get enough ammunition to off you Your crew and more guys
You motherfuckers better get Make sure your first is sweet, trying to kill the elite 'Cause you ain't getting no tries Hate to a Nubian mother weep but fuck it
Long as I don't the hoe cry Split a beam between his eyes and make that bitch nigga so No what the size of the warm embrace of my 45 sure the nigga crossed dies
You wanna throw them thangs when I cocked and aim it's time to think in a split second time But ain't new to the game I use the spark when the shots up this tunnel of crime
But niggas get bucked for and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk to be your friend 'til they get close enough to your ends To do you in, that shit me on ten And make me wanna put the barrel of this solid
Upon under nigga's chin, plus he talking big shit about war Like he don't know my Speedknot Mob win But I dare one of you to say my name I put a fucking bullet into your closest kin
Just to get your skin like a dirty syringe Plus I you can't win with a gun or a pen So when you see Mayz come in the place you better say your Before I fuck up your face a can of mace Before I get disgraced, catch a case Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm
I got love for the 4-4 But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it go Because a nigga straight your warm embrace I got love for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But I bust 'cause I survive from your warm embrace I got love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't really kill
But still I bust because I'm your warm embrace All you motherfuckers better and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace
you my passion, Nina squeeze off seventeen, for sure Hold you ever so tightly, I love you and never wanna let you go Miss Millimeter's making a mockery of motherfuckers gotta be I get my clutches upon this hoe
Itching to let the blow Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow, Geronimo Spit 'em up and slow I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back
Payback from flashback, some know Bust I see the chrome from the intro You was fucked from the phasing, with the cuts and abrasion and amazing, nigga, my Nina bucked
Fuck the gazing and enemies get tore up from the Fool you be them with your black ass Murderous hips, hurting the grips, on personal list Deposition die for them six
Everyone of 'em a hit but some are missing of a jerk to the kick 'Cause I be working my Trying to pimp her but she a wild and a tame Kick a static on when she bang, blast in the fullest moon
Niggas pull it soon or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why 'em stug? it comes to her love, it's none above she drawing blood Static under the bra every time I take a hit at the bud
And you a hug you gon' pop up a slug Drinking Remy on the block, gotta the glock the Henny hit the chest, busting Smith & Wess Fuck the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my
If I see be laid to rest, let me hit the sess Loose revolver to be a problem solver But the made me a baller No strap could take the place of the black Leave 'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was born to my warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I wanna let it go Because a nigga straight your warm embrace I got love for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I bust 'cause I survive your warm embrace I got plenty love for the And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna
But still I bust because I'm your warm embrace All you motherfuckers better and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped Still I bust because I'm loving' your embrace
I got love for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm I got plenty for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5 (4-5, 4-5, 4-5) Warm I got love for the nine-mill, nine-mill (Nine-mill)