[Verse 1]
I run up the money, I don't give a fuck
Pushin’ my agenda until I can front
I've been so [?], I know that you're coping
With nothing but [butter?], so fuckin’ locked up

[Pre-Chorus]
Fuck, fuck-fuck
Anybody goin' to the door
Fuck it, I'ma end 'em with a [?]
I don't wanna play
Fuck with the fake mothafucka' shit
In the fit of rage

[Chorus]
Run it like fuck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullshit
Bullshit gotta wait
Run it like fuck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullshit
Bullshit gotta wait

[Verse 2]
Don’t make me tuck you, Dave
(Wait, who the fuck is Dave?)
That’s my gun, my .223
Will probably end your day
Turn that [?] up
If you make a [shot?]
[Fucks you and your motha?]
Step on your [brudda?]
I could say some fuckin' bullshit
[?] and you will eat it up
Might be Michael Jackson
With the way I really beat it up, heat it up
Cookin’ up some crack
It really keep me up, beat it, bro
Actin' like you didn't really speed it up
[Bridge]
I keep my pistol
When I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol
When I’m pissed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm pissed off
I keep my pistol
When I'm pissed off

[Verse 3]
Fuck everybody that acts as if they're funny
But where is the fun when you're up on the stage?
They wanna be envy, I wanna be petty
I'm pointing this 9mm into his face
I'm switchin' the pace (That shit get me paid)
I wanna get paid (They might be sauced)
They wanna be fake (They wanna be fake?)
They wanna be fake, I want 'em to talk

[Chorus]
Run it like fuck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullshit
Bullshit gotta wait
Run it like fuck a pace
Turn a third weight
I don't got no time for bullshit
Bullshit gotta wait