[Verse 1: Gunz] Stare is blank the trigger face Lil n***a with a base Know me young homie? here's some money, you now I'll make with a number dial Talking that s**t; dont know who they with Pause, I say em fast, rabbit d***s I turn the to a maggot pit She appear when I wave the David Banner Gettin money, you can't see me like my mother home She's b****n' her dog is back with bone Hollar for a dollar, to swallow I hit her right off of twitter, now follow I'm booking face, my network is Money, Cash Money, we coach who coach you Slow up them with them loco vocals What you to, don't do, n***a I'm your go-tos, Plot, you try I approach you quiet with the toast too Fire, I will you Tie, any man, bear hand you Silence is I go to Violent, burner in the safe, in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist Find the burner and solving the case Murder in the place, let is in his waist I don't give a f**k if your and all is in the play Get pops, get popped, n***a pop off Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in off Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya off Get clocked, when it tick, get off n****s, by the block when its blocked off Swat looking for the yacht is docked off In the spot where plot to get bopped, pause And the waps stop then ya top off
[Verse 2: Meek DoubleM G, you know me Old school like Kool Moe Dee flow, I move low key Make a OT Get a for the low 95 get a chick that would go 36 let the b***h get an O I put it in the hood that b***h better In the middle of summer, do N****s run from us that, front us That Mac-10 with a drummer, they us Tell n****s run up, get done up When that automatic get clappin like Cory when he rapping s**t be spitting so fast, and my n****s we platinum And I'm... on the way I'm glow, I put my pressy on 30 thou, a got a Camero Chevy on I go loud around the neck em a heavy one And n****s sleeping on me, I get my Freddy on Nightmare on you record I tell em put the dirty money on the other You seen a 100 racks off fiend money That Martin Luther King, I had a dream I can tell you n****s never seen We sellin white girl, Christine money Aguilera, I'm in the N****s whisper when I through, I can barely hear em I these n****s looking, I can't see em though My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em They me, mister "f**k a n***a" I don't need a ho I got my paper up, its time to get my haters up I'm gone!
B***h!
I'm gone!
Double-M G