Shoot out
I'm fucking slaying jacked out
Cocaine sniffed
I'm liquid metal shit
I got twin 44's in this bitch
Start bottom floor we hit the top
Slave lady I'm dragging her to the top
I don't know who you are
I don't give a fuck who you are
President lady
I want the cash and I'm out
And I want Johnny dead this time
I need his place
I need his time
Where my watch
I need no Glock
I got my cock
You tell me everything
After dawn
Or else my shorty gonna blow
Your brains on the wall

I feel like 88 Saeko in this bitch
We Gon fuck it up
Dead bodies rot in this pit
They in Heather Moore