I say I'm walkin through the club like FTW
Throwin twenty grand rubba bands every time I shoot


And I make another twenty grand when I hit the booth
Bad (*##$es all over me and none of them wit you


I go crazy on the beat, hell yea Ima lunatic
You can't find nemo motha$#&@a you a tuna fish


2010, that's when I started losing it
But it was on my mind I just never went through with it


Gotta be hot when I step up in the building
Dodging flames and fire hide ya women and the children


My goons so crazy they'll be hangin from the ceiling
Beat layin face down dead cuz I killed it.


Don't $#&@ around with me if you don't want these problems
Bust ya in the head now that's a graphic novel.


Yeah, so keep on workin it hoe
My ^!$$%s have ya lookin like murder she wrote


Why the $#&@ you hella jealous of my murderous flow?
I come from Alabama where the murderers go.


You say you like the thugs well thanks to all the saving
I'm out the hood but I'm still paper chasing baby


They robbin me, asking me where the cain at
I light the switch in the streets "Where your brains at?"


I'm killing these snitches, they asking forgiveness, I'm coppin the %#@!
That I neva had.
I'm chillin wit (*##$es, they askin for riches, I'm givin em %#@! and they

Still coming back.
I'm feelin these ^!$$%s who made it from zilch and I'm giving them props to
All of they tracks.

I'm sick of these (*##$es actin like the %#@! when I'm comin wit ^!$$%s who
Put on the mask.
They stunnin and runnin the game wit a mac. Comin for you, they about to

Attack.
Steadily runnin the streets with these hoes, bullet holes be in yo Llac.