Ay it's time They thought they could Make me stop Nah They drop just from seeing my Glock Lock on like aimbot Now my stock empty call my jay z Smoking like this is the eighty George Washington got nothing on me One Bullet My friend or a opp who do I choose Fuck that the both dead Prah prah prah Tryin press me it won't work cause I'll put you on a t-shirt Nigga be pressing me Feeling like a bohenesy Honestly I'm catching bodies Call me Jeffery Dahmer 9/11 kamikaze Kennedy Twin towers like gone Faster than me in bed 10 hoes on speed dial Watch you call that A eleven some fuck It make it twelve Working out Sunday Muscle pumping ready Cause when I pull out Glock Now the block Empty now who wants to fight me People say this streets dirty so I cleaned it two wrongs Don't make a right and I still Ended their lives