40 Cal. - Play with his life (feat. bruda!)
Ayy, out the cut like 007
Golden gun, lethal weapon, I got the pressure, so what's the issue
Leave no evidence, grab detention
Blow you away just like a missile
And these bullets got your initials
Now you leaking and ain't no drizzle
Empty the clip and it ain't gon' miss you
His money short, something like a prelude
How you froze up, no, no, black needle
When I pull up in that two-seater
Heard she want me to come in to see her
You not my baby girl, I'm not Bieber
And your main nigga, he a Giger
And he don't like the way that I treat her
And my mouth froze like a freezer
Lil' boy know I'm a well-known flexer
I'm too close to Hector like Hector
He left his house, but he on a stretcher
And I got stacks like clothes on the dresser
You niggas wearing fake golds from church
None of my niggas scared of that pressure
They sendin' shots at you like letters
I cannot hear your niggas hella-kella
I'm on the top of the scale by the measure
My niggas raising hell like they better
I'm in this rap shit for the better
So that mean I'm going out for the cheddar
But I'm not going out like a Mitch
No, I'm not going out like a bitch
I cannot go out like a snitch
Every day walking around like a lick
In they chin, still need a pick
In the hood, better keep oblique
My niggas fuckin' around, it's in the blitz
Shooting niggas dead in they shit
Leaving niggas dead in a ditch
Put that boy to bed with a fish
Holotels left him wet like a dish
Cale him up, my ignorance is bliss
How would you feel if I played with your life
You lookin' real shitty, so nigga, get right
Lil' homie look up to me, he see the light
Backstreet, backstreet, nigga, that's right
I hoop on these niggas like rdc1
Give me your ring, bitch, like LeBron
I'm kickin' these hoes out just for fun
Hilfiger Bag where I keep my gun
Yo, bitch call me cute her mama say handsome
Feelin' like Lou Lou hold sonny for ransom
Feelin' like Mitch, nigga, money is me
She love my cock, she lickin' my briefs
Dick in her mouth, nigga, bon apptit
I carry a shells, they coming for free
Nigga, pull up with his bitch to get beat, these
Niggas know who neck on they leash
Fye fye leave a nigga in plastic
Fye fye nigga, floating like Aladdin
She got that ass and watch how I grab it
I got that gas and watch how I smash it
I'm on the top, just watch how I stack it
You at the bottom, cuz, nigga, you lackin
Havin' a heater don't make you a killer
30 round this a two-piece hitter
Written by:
Calvin Houston
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