100 Bars & Gunnin'

Bitch I'm on a mission, my destination the grave

Aim my chopper to yo' head then I take off your toupee

Mobbin' fo' deep inside of a bucket, the transmission slippin'

Had a conversation with the devil, told me get to rippin'

It's the Grey Five Nine, throw your six up in the air

Darkness fallin' from above, step across and bitch beware

I'd rather die upon my feet than to live upon my knees

True soldier from the trenches, jumpin' out the seven seas

Fuck with me get your wig pulled back

Steady swervin' off a Xanax that I put inside the shed

The shit is kickin' in and I just don't know how to act

My remembrance is enough, 'bout to pull a hijack

Crash a plane inside of buildin', now watch the bodies burn

As the world turns, police service comin' but I'm not concerned

Suicide, I'll lay my ashes inside of gold urn

Shootin' at these busters so you know murder is what I yearn

Get a call, it from my uncle, tells me "Nephew, what you doin'?

Come to M-town, we can get some money and pick up you

And ball till the day I fall, hundred ghost walks when I crawl

Keep my back along the wall, watch another pussy fall

Mind fucked up, keep the toolie like I'm Bobby Mane

In the kitchen whippin' up a storm and standin' in the rain

Five Nine plug till my body turns grey

Till you put me in the dirt and leave my body to decay

Run up, bitch you don't wanna

I keep my gun up, till the sun up

We on the come up

I push this gat into yo' stomach

Bitch I'm the gunna

You think you ballin', you no stunna

'Cause imma hunna

This is a stick-up

I get down when I come around, a mask over my face

Buckin' at the window, drive-by, bitches, give me space

I don't need to talk to nobody 'cause all you suckas fake

Bitch, you mad about the fact that your music don't make plays

Sellin' repos, you's a hoe, I need ten to spit a flow

Twenty bands up at your show, gorilla comin' out the sko

Brown paper bagged up St. Ides, sippin'

Like I said in the beginning, I'm a killa on a mission

Betta back the fuck up 'cause shits about to get real

Call upon the fuckin' devil, so him and I cut a deal

Searchin' for another meal, could give a fuck how you feel

Bitch you fuckin'with the wrong one, I'm 'bout to make you squeal