'm pickin up now Yo get out that rock Sensin a set up I whip out tha Glock You fuckin with me And ya ass gets shot Yeah in a heartbeat With no second thought I am serious Put ya on tha floor Run like a deala Then say ain't got more If I hit you up Tell ya I got cash Do not pack a bowl Frosties betta last Ya phone goin off It's a text from me My advice to you Assume it's day three Don't get on my nerve I'm not in the mood Physical effects Of days with no food Start to get twitchy In my hand's a gun Act a lil itchy Just to have some fun This is just the way That I get shit done Thousand fps I laugh tell ya Run! Think this is bullshit? Then please roll the dice Err gambling with me I'll take your sad life Disease takes over Bred desperation Best have what you said Risk confrontation Knocking on your door I'm coming down quick Need you not forget My normal is sick No fucking teacher But here's a lesson I'll be by daily No need for guessing My six hour playlist Ran seven times through Got time on my hands Think I won't find you? No one can save you I'm a pro hunter When the gun goes off Neighbors hear thunder Houdini of crime I won't leave a snitch You're finally big Don't deal with no bitch I run from the cops I've got a death wish Bet I ain't packing C'mon man, go-fish