grip on the stick, bitch I grip automatic These niggas they fake, they faker than plastic I stay with the tool just like a mechanic You not gon' shoot nigga, can it I pull up and shoot, not shootin' no candids They bullets they rip 'em, he need a bandage The hollows will tear through 'em like a fabric Boy stop all the cap, boy stop all the antics In these niggas' songs, they fuck up my adlibs Pull up with the chrome and it can get tragic I make him disappear like magic The Glock with the dick, it get pornographic Pull up with the poles, turn him holographic Pull up with the beam and I'm wrеakin' havoc You is a bitch, you not a savage