[Intro: Mysonne]
Yeah, it's Mysonne, what up, DJ Haze?
Black Wall Street, n***as, us!
Fuck all the Louis, Gucci, Fendi, the Beamer, Benz and Bentley
This how we do it

[Chorus: Mysonne]
Revolver or the semi, revolver or the semi
Revolver or the semi, man, I shoot it 'til it's empty
Revolver or the semi, revolver or the semi
Revolver or the semi, man, I shoot it 'til it's empty (It's Mysonne!)

[Verse 1: Mysonne]
Revolver or the semi (Uh-huh), I shoot it 'til it's empty (Uh-huh)
I put a fuckin' hole in that Louis, Gucci, Fendi (Bop!)
I shoot it through the door, that Beamer, Benz or Bentley
I'm (Bah!) a G (Bah!) so I don't think you should offend me (What?)
'Cause there he
Could dial out like Houston, on his mama or his preacher leg (Great!)
Fuckin' with Mys', you get sliced like a piece of bread (Haha!)
Crucified, you could die just like Jesus did (Forgive me Lord!)
Dig in his head, they gon' find 'em a piece of lead (Damn)
She said she give me head (Nah), I told her give me brain (Nope)
She said "you so crazy, baby, 'cause that's the same thing" (Nah)
I told her "no it ain't, the head is just the frame
But that brain is that thing that go insane, stop playin'" (Haha!)
'Cause I ain't with the chitter-chat (Nope)
The gun goin' ritta-tat (Rahhh!)
One in his Vidi' cap, then I'm gon' get rid of that (Uh-huh)
Run tell them n***as that Maggilla the gorilla's back (Yep!)
Banana clip in the hammer, where my killers at? (Where y'all at?)
Where them n***as that covered and then get rid of that? (Uh-huh)
Poppy know we movin' it, so, he just gon' give him that (Give him that)
My n***as movin' that ride the cop, similar (Yeah)
N***as that get it, lose it and then they get it back (Like me!)
Them other n***as rap (Yeah), and I be spittin' facts (Yeah)
I give 'em quotes of dope, that's why I give 'em tracks (Get that?)
But let a n***a act, and all that, I get him clapped
Throw him in the river it's a rentals rap, what?
[Chorus: Mysonne & The Game]
Revolver or the semi, revolver or the semi
Revolver or the semi, man, I shoot it 'til it's empty
Revolver or the semi, revolver or the semi
Revolver or the semi, man, I shoot it 'til it's empty (New York, New York!)

[Verse 2: The Game]
I got Gorillas and killers that thrilla-manilla
Your Beamer, Benz or Bentley, I will fill it with hollows!
See how many bullets that whip can swallow
How I filet your fuckin' fish right at McDonald's
Roger that, I'm off that line like my Dodger cap
If you smoke Kush like I smoke Kush, then holler back
Be on the block like "Move Bitch!", I'm tryna track
Where your friend Tirana at, Mysonne, where them condoms at?
She got ass implants, but it's kinda phat
How you stroke, I let you suck on n***as, piranha that (Eurgh)
I don't eat fish, I don't eat chickens
But I'll strip a bird down in my kitchen
Listen, before I shampoo the ceilin' (Suu-woo!)
No fuck-boys in the buildin'!
Only gangsters and a couple of mobsters
But everybody in this bitch totin' them chocolates

[Verse 3: Kanary Diamonds]
He wanna live? Say please, we got it off safety
Like Paulo-Marlo we got it off safety, yeah (Who the hell is that?)
You know, I don't do the shootin', do the coopin'
Do the CLK retractor roofin', breathe
I got some killers on the payroll
Couple Brooklyn n***as, some goons in San Diego
I can make a call from the middle of the mall
Have 'em there faster than Sebathius Fast-Ball
Oh, you can just chill, get all out my grill
Lame n***as fucks me up, they name should be E-Pills
And since your talkin' diamonds, I'm kinda into that
If not, check the Panamera, hop into that
Beamer, Benz or Bentley (No), Porsche, Mazzy, Range-Rove'
Sittin' on four quarters, keep the change, ho'
[Outro: Kanary Diamonds]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Porsche, Mazzy, Range-Rove'
Sittin' on four quarters, keep the change, ho'