I been many things but a snitch ain one the last rat that hit da block caught the barrel of my gun dis is the trenches its warfare were militant straight gorilla clip afta clip i bust shots no trace ghost face killa made marks in this game without bread burnt on my name to the ops out here jackin you gon get this 12 gauge insanity is my brain fuck what they say cross me ill get at ya like a locked animal in a cage roll big blunts drives bigger trucks wear diamonds so big that'll leave ya jaw open stuck in the bushes and on the roofs I keep plenty shootas best avoid this area or end up with a tummy tuck we rack back out here in the cut cut were gang gang we tote bang bang its like your new fish out here and it's the chain gang 16 coming at ya hot like east 1999 shootin double glocks take ya girl and ya sister turn both them bitches out to be my side thots you a goofy this ain disney go play in the park shoot at ya with missles so big they'll say the came from Tony Stark homie you ain no rapper you more like a banana split a stutter blapper run circles round ya throw ya a towel to wipe ya sweat it's getting hot in here wait me and your bitch just met ha take her from ya have her doin dirty things Triple x make her cum then make a snuff got her begging daddy to buy her a ring told ya she'd be my slut blood clots when I sound off bring the pain when I round off it's a fucking maylay when I slaughter nick cage face off listen to the bars and take mental notes talk is cheap homie dont talk ya self into debt get on my hit list ill leave ya lying in gunsmoke don't choke ya say you a artist of a type you ain shit but a mock up of a wanna be rap hype no Skype I take flights you still turning flips from the shots that rang out last night heavy hitter this is home run derby ya heard me I swing for the fences knock ya ass outta sight somebody call the corner he's laying here leaking fucking wit mossberg mixed white left his ass in the ditch stinking felonious flow I eat mics as edibles you still stuck in traffic slowed up trying to adjust the treble I'm on another level I'm gone no catch up you got smacked up this is nip tuck what up so you got bars and ya flow is superior the only thing you got is that ugly ass reflection in the mirror weak rhymes no bars I'm so outta sight I done landed on Mars with my bars it's Gangsta in the trap ride around got ya girl in my lap pimp shit there is no stoppin me I'm elevated with sophisticated lyrics yours are weaker than pond water officially out dated roll up wit a choppa I keep the glizzy cocked ready to bust shots clear the whole scene no eye witness then dip out globe trot mossberg homie I keep the pump loaded with buckshot