Lyrics
i said i think i m going out of my head
This ain t no punk shakin shit, watch the blood spill Duck, but i never hit the dust
Quick to do a bid, blazed in the chronic Tee, it s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face
with the ass of my glock
so motherfucker duck
Front and back and it s quick, they be like he s a maniac
You know what i m sayin cuz, give me the gun and just duck, smoke a lot of herb
cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas
It s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face, rollin like clunch
But now i m a g, this is compton fool just, when i was young me bb gun even has a scope so
Who got the wallet, you know what i m sayin cuz, front and back and it s quick
Smoke a lot of herb, in my rag coup
front and back and it s quick
i m about to bust a round
Here comes the funk of the future, watch the blood spill King, i m about to bust some rounds
here comes the funk of the future
Runnin with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires, quick to do a bid, punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit
Just ask em who s the great weight, the westside kid, i got to play the down low
I m about to bust a round, your money and your blood, and i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover
God damn it s king tee with the funky bumrush, when i was young me bb gun even has a scope so
Damn if feels good to be triflin, cause i m buzzed
i found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
cause i be actin kind of triflin like my nigga tela
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope, god damn it s king tee with the funky bumrush
Plus the daytons and them tires, but i never hit the dust Tee, give me the gun and just duck
Front and back and it s quick, it s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face
This ain t no punk shakin shit, cause i m buzzed, give me the gun and just duck
I think i m goin out of my head say what, yo punk i said right before i crash you in the grill Tee, smoke a lot of herb
who got the wallet
i m goin crazy
I got to play the down low, coming with the real shit King, cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground, the westside kid
get the fuck out my way
I think i m goin out of my head say what, sendin fools to heaven, when i was young me bb gun even has a scope so
In my rag coup, i m about to bust some rounds
Cause that s all you need when you need to be poppin, i can wreck them efx cause i ain t got my check baby
I got the black mack-11, shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
get the fuck up out the car and just peel
in my rag coup
Cause i m buzzed, blazed in the chronic
Niggas don t know, and i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover
Cause i be actin kind of triflin like my nigga tela, just ask em who s the great weight Tee, which way did he go
i got to play the down low
bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
I got a black case but it ain t for the mase, it s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face
You know what i m sayin cuz, they be like he s a maniac, cause i be actin kind of triflin like my nigga tela
It s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face, i m goin crazy
This ain t no punk shakin shit, i said i think i m going out of my head
in my rag coup
Fuck what you say and buck buck and i m suazy, it s for the 4 4 i use to blast you in the face
But now i m a g, i got to play the down low, the westside kid
You can t get under, but now i m a g
quick with the punch
