[Hook x2]
G, Grab that motherf**er by the f**ing throat
5, Bullets in your motherf**ing chest fo'sho
9, bodies dropping down to the f**ing floor
Anna got me clickin grab my ganja then I let it blow
[Verse 1]
Pimping these s*uts
Breaking them hoes
Riding clean
Smoke my dope
Thinking about a 187 loced out with my mask and tone
Begging the busta' the son of the devil, I'm making you suffer GREY 59, nobody can touch us
f** with my brothers, the bullets will f** ya
Gun play
Don't talk yo sh** motherf**er just run my fade
Guns spray
Throw the body in the ditch
Living out, f** a witness mane, no f**ing game
You working with bustas', those s**as be lame
I can't put them up with dust on my brain
You hopin' I die but I'm wishing the same
Trapped on my rope all I think about is suicide
The devil is talking he's telling me that I should hop in and ride
Gun at my hip and I promise nobody is gonna survive
Step in my room and listen to demons we all gonna die
[Hook x2]
G, Grab that motherf**er by the f**ing throat
5, Bullets in your motherf**ing chest fo'sho
9, bodies dropping down to the f**ing floor
Anna got me clickin grab my ganja then I let it blow