Get Busy

Heard another nigga drop watch Me stand over
Ending his career Before it started it was nice to Know You
Bitch my glock a wind Demon so Don't make me blow it
It could Be a fatal accusation Every time i Tote it
I see a opps i'm gone pop his ass Without a Warning
It's cold as Hell but my bullets changing Global warming
I'm quick to put A nigga life in Intermission so Don't run up on Me wrong
Unless you wanna Meet your dead Homies

Remember I was walking on a Nigga block
Thirty shots within my Glock
They got scared and called The feds on me
I was really Trying to get a nigga Knocked
Started sleeping in my Car later On buss his head Open
Tried too play me like i'm sweet Now he in a wood
Shot him in His Shit I bet his partner asking is he Good
Niggas won't compete with me even if they could
They had started snitching that's the Only Way to save they hood
Lot of opps getting paint on Them
They need to call us Kool Aid gang From the way we Leaving stains On them
And i'm bound to put that Thang On em
I'm just waiting on My Moment so I don't catch a Case On them
I might crash out like Rashod
I Be toting on real steel tell that Boy Put down that fake gun
I be Snatching hoes lace fronts
How Yo bitch can take 100 back shots and you can't even take one
I might run a nigga down put his face inside the ground
Tell his ass don't make a sound push his shit back
Or I can move up out of Town
Make them think they in the game
Until I run them out of Bounds
Where his wig at
I can make a nigga holla
I can Get a bitch thats two cent and Turn Ha too a dollar
I can get a bitch that's ten cents And Turn ha to a quarter
I can get a bitch from Tennessee and make her look like she straight Out of Florida
It's a lot of niggas out here that ain't proud of me
Had to go and get me a new bitch cause I know my old one is tired of me
Fuck that hoe I knew she wasn't gone ride for me
But she know i'm always coming back because she got a spot inside of me
I need me a hoe that's really gone die for me
One that really blow that heavy steel when a nigga try to catch out on me
One that's gone go through the ups and downs with me
One that's really gone show everybody can't nobody make her smile but me
Heard another nigga drop watch me stand over
Ending his career before it started it was nice to know you
Bitch my glock a wind demon so don't make me blow it
It could be a fatal accusation every time I tote it
I see a opps i'm gone pop his ass without a warning
It's cold as hell but my bullets changing global warming
I'm quick to put a nigga life in intermission
So don't run up on me wrong unless You wanna Meet your dead homies