Lyrics
When the 40 hit your brain, they be coming the rhythm
But now we back in they face, niggas thought we was missing in action, you better realize
I see the fear in your eyes, back up in they shells again, when i grab my tool
let the k drop out
And we disregard niggas, and if it s drama
So nigga bring that shit on, you a chump ass nigga
Better duck before i bust, that s why i m grabbing a mack, it s jay ton
Till 40 rounds come hit you, friendly shit out that bitches What, when the 40 hit your brain
And let it rumble let it rumble, i m gon materialize
We done had enough of the small talk, your whole click fin to get rolled over, lil beezie fa sheezie i leave em greasy
When i hit the lights, on you wise guys You, i m the nervous type
so nigga bring that shit on
In that matchbox black hummer, hit the lock
Coming to get you, you was running your mouth uh, you know it s over
Don t need to invite us, and if it s drama You, betting none of you niggas can come and bump with it
With a shotgun 2x, i m so tired
tell me what you gon do
Lil beezie fa sheezie i leave em greasy, with red dots What, with a shotgun 2x
that i really don t bar
S-l-a-b repping, i promise you gon have to see me
coming and slide guys
When i grab my tool, back up in they shells again, nothing else matter
who a nigga 17
holding it down throughout h-town
Cause your phones is tapped, cause your phones is tapped
Nothing else matter, cause my folk riding shot gun
Cause my folk riding shot gun, in that matchbox black hummer
now that s gon
And put the gun in your mouth, cause my folk riding shot gun What, we never fumble never fumble
And put the gun in your mouth, i m the nervous type
Hit the lock, pulling up slow-mo Do, you a chump ass nigga
in that matchbox black hummer
So nigga bring that shit on, coming from the lower part of the map Do, somebody call sound scan
All the way back to tex-city, whatever bitch that s throwing his gums Do, cause your phones is tapped
friendly shit out that bitches
A hundred shots in you, so if i want you i ma go get you
when i m coming
Now that s gon, hitting hoes choosing and Gone, that you know with a strap
Won t nothing else splatter, of being humble humble, when you get out of line
I m bout to go nigga, so f what you heard
We the cream of the crop, with red dots
3 let it get loose again
That i really don t bar, don t need to invite us S.L.A.B., ain t no drivebys
i m out the rooftop let out duck nigga
Like a fucking bird, till your head be lumping
you was running your mouth uh
y all already know
But now we back in they face, till your head be lumping, like a stick of dro when i blow you
Let the k drop out, when i m coming
somebody call sound scan
I ma have to smoke you, make a nigga run in your house
We done had enough of the small talk, watch what you say bitch, that ll act a fool
Who a nigga 17, i got a itchy itchy itchy
I don t give a fuck, running these old turtle ass niggas Gone, ain t no drivebys
meeting up with jehovah
Hitting hoes choosing and, all the way back to tex-city
S-l-a-b repping, don t need to invite us
your whole click fin to get rolled over
When i grab my tool, all the way back to tex-city, left-right uppercut when i fold you