[Hook #1 x3]
Smoked out loced out riding with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes mane, I'm aiming at your skull
[Hook #2 x2]
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your a** off
(Drop it off, drop it off) b**h I got a sawed off
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Late last night lying in the bed eyes red
Thinking should I get these hoes
Thinking should I cut their heads
Should a n***a plan a hit or grab my pistol grip
And take care my business cause they don't who they're f**ing with
Call my n***a Project Pat cause I know he got my back
f** writing rhymes, this is real sh**, not a track
Camouflage in the dark for them boys who act hard
The devil on myleft side, the other side I'm seeing god
Why do n***as talk sh**? n***as can't stick together
Seeing a n***a get k**ed will make a n***a feel better
So I just walk in a pace thinking of the case of motherf**ers who trait pistol to your f**ing face
This ain't no game n***a, my finger's on the trigger
The time is running out, my conscience says I gotta get him
Is there a way that a n***a can escape from hell
I f** him up with the Mossberg buckshells b**h
[Hook #2 x4]
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
Mossberg is all he heard after the doorbell rang
Buckshots to the brain, Triple 6 style mane
List antibiotics for any n***a sick about my six double six and automatic-----
Glizzy---we motherf**ing------my n***as at------
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The riverside G.A.N.G.S.T.A
n***as down with the Triple Six Mafia
Let's ride, smoked out, loced out with a fat .45 on the seat about to make a s**a n***a eat the barrel when I stick it in his mouth
Give me cheese, say your abc's kind of hard to do when my pistol's in your grill, mouth full of gold teeth, smile for the k**
I'm telling you s**a a** n***as for the last time
Don't run your mouth, the Triple Six Mafia n***as will blow your a** off
[Hook #2 x6]