(Hook)

50 something shots out a Mp uh
Keep on shooting til im empty uh
Bitch automatic Glock not a semi uh
Keep shooting til the cops or a enemy come
We know every n***a dying it be somebody son
When a fuck n***a die ain't no sympathy for em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum

Verse

N***as don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The fuck is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call em Al Gore
N***as be broke as fuck and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you n***as got parents that don't love you
If I was yo daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo bitch'll still fuck you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket, if I was to cock it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to take it to that
Then my n***as'll pull up all black with them red lasers
Aye, blowing that bitch at yo head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah I call it the breath taker
(Hook Repeats)

Verse 2

Once I empty these drums ain't nobody gon come
Its a body for me it ain't no one on one
And these n***as is bitches they can't be my sons
But they come after me cuz they can't be the one
And I can't believe these n***as thought that they won
N***a I'll never take a loss im A1
N***as want features I ain't doing fronts
They can come talk to the boss if they want
Aye pump shotgun in the front of my passenger
This how many bullets I pass at ya
Hit his neck up im Dracula, buck shots be done ate up his Acura
Foe Saw that boy chain it's a massacre, FN flip that boy like a spatula
Aye fuck the opps you gon hate ima laugh at ya