(What the fuck?)

Bo-Bo-Boxcutters

I'm staring at myself

When I look down at this choppa on my belt

If I was a gun I wouldn't have to go to jail

Ay, fuck it

Dump a clip they put me on a shelf

Dump a clip they put you in a cell

When I split these **** ducking

Five bullets that be cutting

Through a **** throat it face fuck 'em

Lil' ****, stop duckin'

I might turn this **** head into a Gusher

If I was a choppa, I would stutter

Damn your skin soft

God damn and that boy like to talk

Okay if you got a problem I'ma get that shit solved

One- one shot, two shot zero days off

T-t-three shot because you have a boy that was involved

F-f-four shots for yourself 'cause your boy gone

And the fifth shot is for the next kid that beat me up

Still got two in the clip, hope he keep it tucked

There's blood on yo' teeth and blood in yo' eyes

Don't get no blood on yo piece, its stuck in my slide

Every day you wake up closer to god

Every night I watch you sleepin', see you itchin' to die

You bitchin', I'm hot

Your wrist stay locked

You killed him

My barrel aimed towards the chest of a civilian

Taxes, I'ma need billions

Make me rich so they can give me to your children

Fuck them and fuck you too

Fuck the subjects that they made up and they taught you in school

They can't hear you

You just screamin' help 'til you blue

Fuck that bully, believe me, I can bully 'em too

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Stuff me with a clip, then cock it back and go wild

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

With one of me, boy, you can take the whole town

Put ya foot down, gun metal bust out, bah

Pull my trigger with ya thumb and go down

Hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

(Loud bang)

Rearrange your face

Put you in your place

(Thirty clip)

Put it to your brain

Fill you up with hate

(Fat shell)

Poppin out your forehead

Like it was vein

(Hot shell)

Servin' em to order like a hot cake

In your flesh

I'm creating tunnels

I boom on command just because I think it's fun to

I kick-kick back, I'm actin' like I know kung fu Put holes in ya body, not the one I bust nuts too

Complicated

Big glicks I think are my fixation

Hold one and my eyes get dilated

Dare you to come try and take me

Leave your ass leakin' like a lake be

Missin', they like where his ass been at as of lately

If I was I gun I wouldn't have a say so

I'd have to bang and they would not explain no

It could be that chain look nice or that bankroll tight

If that whip too fly, someone might just take your life

Y'all be hackin' and slashin'

I'm runnin' and gunnin'

(Banana clip)

Make him soft

Tear him up like a gummy

Smart when you got your popper but if not you're a dummy

Make his smile permanent just for thinkin' shit funny

Try to get at me, I get my get back right back

(Buckshot) Make him sleep like a nightcap

(Smoke a sucka) No remorse 'cause l'm like that

Show him a photo of his mother then ignite that, uh

I don't argue with these rappers, I know that I'm betta

Shove a pussy in the way, to live, I'd do whatever

Rearrange a pussy face in the name of some cheddar

(If I was a gun) I hope I get picked up by a killer

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Stuff me with a clip, then cock it back and go wild

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

With one of me, boy, you can take the whole town

Put ya foot down, gun metal bust out, bah

Pull my trigger with ya thumb and go down

Hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

If I ain't out there, ain't no bodies being found

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah

I put my foot down, gun metal, bust out, bah

Put ya hood up, tuck it, bust it, bah