U've been deemed a liar. Glocks wit drums; aim squeeze n fire
U on the corner? get Sprayed on dem Bricks. I'm a graffiti writer
Wait for 'em in his car, machete to his throat n drag bck
I'll Off the Head in the Whip just like a @
Bags mag
n ur bitch dnt like fuckin cus I always Kill it wen I give her mine
Dog I put that Birds V in the sky like it's about to be winter time
U'll get beat wit da Grip while takin Shots. Wat'chu actin hard for?
That Metal & Wood touch u at the same time jus like a Dartboard
This is premeditated murder. U better duck wen I flame dat gun
My thoughts are Off the Wall.. Urs'll have to be scrapped off one