Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if ya reading this its too late
Point a choppa at a n***a now he running like a track race
Catch a n***a while he waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass with a full plate
N***a talking shit put the metal to his mouth now i call his ass brace face
Unexpected like a mixtape catch you at your crib if ya reading this its too late
Point a choppa at a n***a now he running like a track race
Catch a n***a while he waiting on his dinner cut his head off leave his ass with a full plate
N***a talking shit put the metal to his mouth now i call his ass brace face
And your bitch up for grabs like a sweepstakes ima eat her ass like a cheesecake
Now we back to my place bust on her face with my nut like a toothpaste
Straight invade his crib like its home alone put the mac up to his face he would think he had a lipstick on
Price on his head hella ice like a sled make a n***a freeze up like fro-zone
Put the chrome to a n***a dome now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes
Im at your door like a ding dong god ill serve you like ping pong
And your bitch say my name like im mike jones ima eat her ass like some neck bones
Choppa ring like a telephone shootem in the stomach you would think a n***a belly gone
Bitches say i rap like a sing-a-long and i got it playin on dey phone like a ringtone
Big dick king kong took her to the crib theni put the whole team on
I just got some cash finna flip shit bought your bitch some toms like im playin for the patriots
Always first never second ima god in the heavens when i die im a legend on my drake shit
Pull up to the block with the banana clip if a n***a lackin ima turnem to banana split
I ch-ch-ch-chop shit body up in piece pick it up with some chopsticks
Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch and you know im finna eat her ass like some catfish
I pulled up like scuurt peep out the window den i had to pop shit
Luke harper we kill shit we gon fuck around crack ya bitch like a base hit
Squad can train your bitch mike vick shorty outta hand fuck around and ray rice shit
Channel nine pronounced him dead laid him under bodies like a matress on a bed
Catch a n***a tryna run shootem in his side makem do the stanky leg
If you lackin your dead face shot push his eyeballs back to his head
N***a think its sweet till his blood shed now he not respondin to nobody like his phone dead
I ain't even goin for his head chest shot havem leavin like he standin for the pledge
Got a bad bitch layin in my bed watching sponge bob while she give me fantastic head'got your girl in the backseat sweatin like an athlete now she on top like a bunk bed
Guns pointed to his head call his ass ebola how a pussy n***a spread


Outro

Yall know how we commin man we be runnin man to the money man
Mmmmm
Turn up turn up
These n***as lame as hell
Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmmm
Turn up turn up
GANG!
What the fuck was that
Take that shit out right dere
Take that shit out
[laughs]