Fuck What Happens Tonight

Fuck all that hoe shit
Fuck all you fuck boys
Bitch, we real hustlers
Get money
It's We The Best Music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz

I got my gun on me
I tell my kids, I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
Death row Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

It was murder she wrote (yeah), your name in blood (blood)
When the love gone (gone), your eyes diluted full of blood

Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom
Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed
Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9-11 dial tone
You want it all, die alone

A war going on nobody's safe from
And I'll be talking to the judge when your day come
Like, it was hard not to kill these niggas
It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas

Eight figures, need the eight-story mansion
While I'm strapped up, two-stepping with the devil dancing
Diluted with blood in my eyes
Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga

I got my gun on me
I tell my kids, I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
Death row Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me (Ace Hood)

Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
Put it on mom with that clip in my back, and I loaded it twice
Just a call away, my niggas is ready no matter the price
Playing with mine, you niggas can get it, including your wife

Isn't life a motherfucker?
Since 17 that pistol been my blood brother
Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover
AK40, all a hundred if we're talking numbers

Riders' fucking with mobsters
Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta
Load up the clip, shoot up your master
Bang bang, bless them father
Pesticide him, rest aside a lake
That's swimming with snakes inside
Look at my eyes, I hate disguises
Knife or gun, I compromise it
Oh, Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies
If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters 'member me, nigga
'Til then

I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely (naw)
Fucking streets on me
Death row Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I've got my gun on me

From the depths of the sea
Back to the block
With a bitch on my dick
And a bottle of Ciroc
Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot
Don't test the lion 'cause you'll get dropped on the spot

Lick shot, drip drop over the soil
Pot's hot 'til it boils
To this Crip shit, I'm loyal

Dip with us, ride with us
Slide with us, sleep with us
Sit with us, sip with us
Bad lil' bitch wanna get with us

Say she likes the French tip nails that I wear
And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah
You got proof, now the truth is to dare
Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
At the Tropicana with Tanisha, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah
Nicknames for my blammer

I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
Death row Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me

The smell of blood in the bathroom
Body laid out stiff full of stab wounds
I told this nigga I was coming back
Pussy must not have heard when I told him that
Nigga, it's eye for an eye
A life for a life, a body for a price

I want to smell his last breath took
And look him in the eyes
And make for sure he knows how death looks
Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
Over-killing, it ain't no coming back from it
Then walked away with a demeanor like I just done it
Something evil this way's coming
For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished

I got my gun on me
I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
Fucking streets on me
Death row Jamaicans, murder your family
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
Fuck what happens tonight
I got my gun on me