[Verse 1]
I be pullin' pistols out the back!
Test yo luck and bitch you gettin' smacked!
Pray to god that you will never lack
Cause I'm sendin' shots to yo fuckin' back!
Plenty choppas, I got plenty choppas!
Catch an opp and then we cross another!
That's yo brother, then we put him under!
All you bitches talkin' big up under!

[Verse 2]
Wishin' well
Yeah I wish you would
Got yo bitch
She bouncin' on my wood
Get her good
How you wish you could
Yeah he died
Like he fuckin' murk!

[Verse 3]
Timmy turner
Wishin' on a burner
Dressed up in designer
Hotter than a lighter
Yeah she get excited
And she so exotic
If you got a problem
We can make it toxic
Imma waste yo ass
Right where you fuckin' stand
Doin' nothin' bout it
Til' you rot in sand
She gon' call me daddy
I'm her fuckin' man
Pull up to the addy
And he fuckin' ran!
(Heh heh, yeah)