shit could get deadly, don't aim at your belly We shoot at your melon I'm keepin' my gun, but bitch, I'm a felon We keepin' these bows, you know we gon' sell it Bitch, I'm livin' deadly, I pray to the reverend I step in your party, you know we gon' wreck it You make a wrong move, this shit could get hairy Whole lotta shots, gettin' shootin' like Collin Sexton Popped me a Perc, now a young nigga too high Pour that green up, up, I'ma need that Keep me a gun you could call me G.I Nigga want smoke, then he can come see about it Don't none of these be steppin' to me Put that boy in the Earth so he gone in a breeze Lil' shot with the Drac' bullet take off his knees Face shot with this chopper, I knock out his teeth Ayy, send him this message (huh, what?) I'm on his cousin, his uncle, his brother Ain't nobody special (ain't nobody special) It's comin' direct, we don't need no phones I won't do no textin' (I won't do no textin') Watch when I catch him (just watch when I catch him) He gon' wish he ain't met me (he gon'