Park the car hop out on feet, make em bleed,

You let that choppa, dance and we ain't

Talking N.L.E Swiss cheese em let that switchy squeez, hop out on the count of three

Swing yo door you let that glocky blow like

One, two, three

**** hoes I'm the type to get the low and make a pussy bite the street

Drop the bag, send them to kill your ass, try your luck ho play with me

Not for real, swing it like Holyfield

Playing tough will get you killed, fuck how you feel

No, I ain't coming, bitch, if I can't bring my Glock in here

One, two, baby, this the shit we do

Three, four, we at war so swing your door, ****

Five, six, never leave without your stick

And you better not stop for shit

You run, you see the law of bliss, ****

Seven, eight, complete the mission, fuck the Jakes

Nine, ten, there go the opps, let's start the race

Hop out, don't let that boy escape

Make sure these bullets eat his face

It's murder gang, no we ain't playing

Bitch, do whatever it takes, ****

Uh, spin the bin

If when you slide they ain't outside, you double back and spin again

Slang that iron and take your time

If no one died, you spin again

Up that stick and let it hit

You keep spinning till he dead

Ten seconds, ****

Empty the whole 50 out the clip

Ten seconds, ****

Stand over him, make sure that he dead

Ten seconds, ****

Tuck your gun and make it to the whip

Be gone before the law blitz

Make sure you stand on all ten, ****

One, two, baby, this the shit we do

Three, four, we at war so swing your door, ****

Five, six, never leave without your stick

And you better not stop for shit

You run, you see the law of bliss, ****

Seven, eight, complete the mission, fuck the Jakes

Nine, ten, there go the opps, let's start the race

Hop out, don't let that boy escape

Make sure these bullets eat his face

It's murder gang, no we ain't playing

Bitch, do whatever it takes, ****