what them niggaz talk about about if it's a problem I'm the type to show up at his mommy house you not feeling me why cause none of you nigga real as me this chopper will put u out yo misery they don't know who did it it's a mystery I'm a Savage split yo cabbage where the greens at nigga a bullet in yo head will yo kill yo dreams niggs I'm feeling like Freddy krugar I'm outcold I'm my own shooter shout out to my uncle nug in the hood my name all good i ain't playing with you you can leave with this bullets like they came with you I bought a MF drum so I can't miss you magazine on the chopper you can get the issue I ain't scared to take it there you want a fair fight bitch make it fair yo hitter in the trunk but you ain't go make it there we ain't in he ran up in the house but he ain't safe in there we got a problem let's address it I ain't got to send a text in order to send a message I'm still riding with the beam I did a lot if dirt but my record still clean think I'm playing I'll get to spraying I had to lay him out he didn't understand to fuck these nigga talking about I'm the type to show up at your momma house