[Hook]
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioExplain
Sounds like I got an AK b**ping straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know someone's gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9]
n****, it's that shooter music
I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles b***ons
My d*** just might go up
n****, that nostril on that rifle and I can snot out you, try me
And I try out you
The drum on the gun is vader like fire alpha, uh
But there ain't no frat n***** in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he would have me easy at times trying
So put on some pads, go in and try to tackle Berry
Then he go against this got d*** G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one, reminding me of my life when I go off
h***cidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
(?) signing his name on a dotted line with a b***** body part
I don't give a f*** if they wilding, I got a clip full of f****** Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron all you hear is hooping and hollin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
They shot my n**** three times, as his abdominal bled
They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led
To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said
They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talkin' before that nurse can change the IV
I'mma put em in the dirt, leave em leakin' rasberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID, I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z
b**** it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with (?) yaki
Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body, quick as Buggatis
Then I'm hittin' the omni with a chicken lickin' my d*** in the lobby
This new edition, I'm Bobby, fast laner, I'm speakin' the truth
Put 3 in the coupe, I'm with (?) like a leak in the booth
Then I'm leavin' the booth for gas chamber, my granny callin' me a rap singer
But she don't know I use my strap banger
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Look, this a whole nother ether
Hop out, black mask, grow seezer
Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
We ain't rapped too tight, starving
They thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite
I'm detail, not derail
Don't lay your head if you s*** buying
Got skeletons, but my s*** private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'mma send a threat
Tired of no ender yet
Bullet go through your WiFi, we know you ain't on the internet
In my head I see amateurs
All I'm left with is images
With that I'm putting in emphasis
And in parentheses
But he's hated by large percentages
And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises
One shot, changing for life, you'll be beligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
Then go to war with the cops, leave they on (?)
[Hook]
Everything you been asking for, yes, I'm about to give it to you
You ain't gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radioExplain
Sounds like I got an AK b**ping straight to the radio
If you trying to be target practice you finally found a shooter
Soon as I pull my gun I know someone's gonna die, die, die, die
Someone's gonna die
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9]
n****, it's that shooter music
I'm about that life so much I might go touch my rifles b***ons
My d*** just might go up
n****, that nostril on that rifle and I can snot out you, try me
And I try out you
The drum on the gun is vader like fire alpha, uh
But there ain't no frat n***** in the hood be calling me Tackleberry
And if he's iron, he would have me easy at times trying
So put on some pads, go in and try to tackle Berry
Then he go against this got d*** G4 buying, Detroit lion
I'm about that life so much I might go golf
Trying to get me a hole-in-one, reminding me of my life when I go off
h***cidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
(?) signing his name on a dotted line with a b***** body part
I don't give a f*** if they wilding, I got a clip full of f****** Ray Allens
Selling that Sarah Palin, in broad day, a Letterman Fallon
When I shoot this iron all you hear is hooping and hollin'
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
They shot my n**** three times, as his abdominal bled
They robbed him for phenomenal bread, that domino led
To other dominos fallin' in his clique, off with their heads, sick
Saw him in that hospital bed, leaned away from the doctor and said
They'll all be dead soon, and I'm talkin' before that nurse can change the IV
I'mma put em in the dirt, leave em leakin' rasberry flavored ice tea
My G, kill him and take his ID, I'm a renegade like E-M-I-N-E-M and Ja-Y-Z
b**** it's karate, it's Mr. Miyagi mixed with (?) yaki
Smell that chopper kicking when it's lifting ya body, quick as Buggatis
Then I'm hittin' the omni with a chicken lickin' my d*** in the lobby
This new edition, I'm Bobby, fast laner, I'm speakin' the truth
Put 3 in the coupe, I'm with (?) like a leak in the booth
Then I'm leavin' the booth for gas chamber, my granny callin' me a rap singer
But she don't know I use my strap banger
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Look, this a whole nother ether
Hop out, black mask, grow seezer
Tell the goonies keep it low with the reefer
New bodies on old heaters
We ain't rapped too tight, starving
They thought Jeffrey Dahmer had appetite
I'm detail, not derail
Don't lay your head if you s*** buying
Got skeletons, but my s*** private
I paved the way, y'all misguided
So try it, I'mma send a threat
Tired of no ender yet
Bullet go through your WiFi, we know you ain't on the internet
In my head I see amateurs
All I'm left with is images
With that I'm putting in emphasis
And in parentheses
But he's hated by large percentages
And all my nemesis won't even let 'em on the premises
One shot, changing for life, you'll be beligerent
Even his text messages are gonna read like he's whispering
Bulletproofed the hoodie for Trayvon Martin
Then go to war with the cops, leave they on (?)
[Hook]