It's like I got the 4-4 On the block in it, two door And my spot is but hot The pussy-ass cop some murder in the lot
My got popped a bullet that was meant for me The by T's and B's and the regencies Fuck the reason be, I'ma start squeezing these
Them niggas G's, they wanna be thugs And it ain't to slang these motherfucking slugs The fools ain't plugged, plus no hoes over here I done dropped more dead bodies tears to life momma's worst fears
Pictures of a son dying that hot ones flying Baby mama's crying at the the magnum lit him like a Black & Mild When I rolled out on his ass on the I him up on mo mo cooking up co-co
I got to tip on the Busted in po po taking lives with the, oh no It's a 4-4, mini-missile with a silencer for the My favorite pistol 'cause when I let bitch ride
I the homicide is being carried out in official Niggas steady gums but don't want none of these hot ones that explode on contact A manic prepared to die in combat
Besides all that a 4-4 keeps me be petty to say I can see the in your face As I my waist for this warm embrace
I got love for the 4-4 But when I pick it up, I don't let it go Because a nigga loving your warm embrace I got plenty for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I bust 'cause I from your warm embrace I got plenty for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I really wanna kill
But still I bust because I'm needing warm embrace All you better duck and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker stepped Still I bust I'm loving your warm embrace
I love the of surprise when I'm taking these hoes lives With my 4-5 Get enough ammunition to off you crew and some more guys
You motherfuckers get wise Make sure your shot is sweet, trying to kill the elite 'Cause you ain't getting no more Hate to make a 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 matter the size of the warm embrace of my 45 Make sure the crossed dies
You wanna throw them thangs 'Cause when I cocked and aim time to think in a split second time But Mayz ain't new to the I use the spark when the shots light up this tunnel of
But niggas get for dime and it's like you're a magnet for sin Punk pretend to be your friend 'til they get 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 that chin, plus he talking big shit about war Like he don't my Speedknot Mob gon' win But I dare one of you niggas to say my 'Cause I put a 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 grace Before I fuck up your like a can of mace I get disgraced, I'ma catch a case Maybe you hoes fear the wrath of my warm
I got plenty 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 plenty for the 4-5
But I pick it up, I don't wanna let it ride But still I bust 'cause I survive from your embrace I got love for the nine-mill And when I pick it up, I don't really wanna
But still I bust because I'm needing' warm embrace All you motherfuckers better and hide Before I let it ride, the sucker aside Still I bust because I'm loving' your embrace
With you my passion, Nina off seventeen, for sure Hold you so tightly, I love you Nina and never wanna let you go Miss making a mockery of motherfuckers gotta be ruckus When I get my upon this hoe
Itching to let the blow Like a sparrow, how it flow, an arrow, Geronimo Spit 'em up and swallow I reload, clipping' your ass crack, you constantly back
Payback from flashback, bitches know Bust 'til I see the from the intro You was fucked from the phasing, deep with the and abrasion Erupts and amazing, nigga, my Nina
Fuck the gazing and enemies get up from the blazing Fool you be burning with your black ass hips, hurting the grips, ride on personal list Deposition die for serving six
Everyone of 'em with a hit but some are of a jerk to the kick I be working my bitch Trying to pimp her but she a and a tame thang Kick a on when she gang bang, blast in the fullest moon
Niggas better pull it or else suffer hellafied bullet wounds And even though I stay clubbed with some thugs, why call 'em When it comes to her love, it's none above she blood Static under the bra 'cause every I take a hit at the bud
And give you a hug you gon' pop up a Remy on the block, gotta bust the glock When the Henny hit the chest, Smith & Wess the discussion, I'm busting 'em all, clutching my balls
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 take the place of the black nine Leave 'em flat lines, feeling fury, you was born to my warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-4 But when I it up, I don't wanna let it go a nigga straight loving your warm embrace I got love for the 4-5
But when I pick it up, I 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 needing warm embrace All you motherfuckers duck and hide Before I let it ride, the stepped aside Still I bust because I'm loving' warm embrace
I got plenty for the 4-4, 4-4, 4-4 Warm I got love for the 4-5, 4-5 , 4-5 (4-5, 4-5, 4-5) Warm I got plenty love for the nine-mill, (Nine-mill)