(MTM, hit 'em with the heat)
(Cock my dick back, let it bust on a bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like destructo disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin' lead showers
Keep fallin', subtracting heads
Okay, hot steel burn him like slicks
Bitch, I'm feelin' like umaga with my thumb in your bitch
Okay, you flinch, like mahito get stitched
Transfiguring her belly when I'm in her uterus
Okay, got green on me like a Celtic
Okay, too much money coming im a rich prick, okay
My bitch thick, shawty viscous ok
My dog rolling with me like Finn, okay
Said my bitch pussy pink like the fur coat on Killa Cam
Saiga-12 rip through your tissue, hit your core like menstrual cramps
Bitch, I'm twisted with that metal, dispose of you then I laugh
Heat blasting like Tennyson, I disintegrate y'all to ash
Face to face with the razor blade like everyday
And I don't wanna hold my tongue no more lil bitch imma say what I say
When I get to sprayin they prayin
Prayin on my hesitation
Nations will fall generations
Wasted and bodies be put to the grave
Bitch I be stuck in malevolent ways
Fuck everybody I move at my pace
Fuck everybody I'm getting my paper
These pussies be talking i get to the fade
Running running out of money how the fuck is you gonna hate
Rottie rippin up his face
Choppa kickin make em race
Pop a 9 up in my brain and let me drift away okay
Bitch want smoke
Ain't nobody wanna test
No the kid won't fold
Leave his body a mess
And when the world go cold
Watch a mothafucka rise up out the mud a mud to millionaire I digress
My tec
Put the barrel to his neck
Pull the trigger mothafucka let me know what's next
Lil Hoe
Its that young Van Gogh
Bitch I'm painting with the head
Everybody want a hand like it's left 4 dead okay
Bitch I'm bussin out the cage I leave em wasted
I'm wasted
These mothafuckas think I got complacent
I place em
Up in the morgue and now they busy wasting
They tastin'
That bitter taste
Bitch that be my name
Bitch, it's suicide
If you test your luck with mine like a lucky strike
You get smoked, it's do or die
Bullets hit you like destructo disks
Your flesh divide
Shawty ride my dick like motorists
Then get exiled
Ain't life a bitch? Oh well, don't fold
Get your revenge, call a blitz
Get down or lose your life and your limbs
Name the pistol Zatch Bell
'Cause thunder spark out its neck
Bodies droppin' lead showers
Keep fallin', subtracting heads
