Bitches want a man that can make mad money
I just want a bitch that can go mad stunting
Popping off five hunned
Rounds in something
Like 20 thousand cops without a lick done
And give a damn kid something
For the damn sick runs
And give a damn kid loving
But I send it back
But I spit the rap
Uh you can check the cache
Five bodies in the back

Got a couple baby mommas
In pajamas
No Bahamas
Humps and Llamas
Maybe I don't want to spit that trash
Bitch be asking questions
Like I got all of the answers
In reality I am just trying to tap that ass
Maybe I'm just crazy
Far from lazy
When I'm shooting
You can find me from the signature on my black mask
But you will regret it
Cause if you're in the vicinity
No promises are made, I'll put you on full blast

Mother fucker wanna get it
You can fucking try
Mother fucker, you ain't with it
Mother fuckers die
If you wanna get to sippin
Then you better lie
If you talking
You ain't walking
And I'll tell you why
Bitches get shot
Nine mili in Glock
I'll put your bitch ass in a casket
You running and mugging
You thinking you're something
But bet you that I will outlast it
Then you're gonna die
Tell your kids goodbye
Cause daddy ain't coming back
Next time that they see you
You are not breathing
Dressed up in nothing but black

Thinking your justice is right
Biggest mistake of your life
If you think that I'm armed with a knife
Then met with a barrel then pray for the sky
I'm capping your kids and your wife
Bank robbing has been my whole life
If you think you're changing my flavor
Then find a new job by the end of the night