[Chorus] Bitch, I call the shots, yeah, they don't go off the muscle (on gang) We ain't sparin' none, if he not with us then fuck 'em (fuck) If a nigga somethin' like me, why the fuck would you trust 'em? If you catch that nigga slippin', I suggest you should bust 'em 'Cause he cutthroat When he catch a nigga lackin' he gon' let his gun go He gon' bring that smoke and leave that shit right at yo' front door You think he gon' spare you when he see you, nigga, fuck no He don't fuck with pussy's, that's one thing he don't have love for Let that drum roll Nigga said you was a shooter, what you run for? You better run Forrest, run Forrest, run 'Cause them niggas slide in mini vans where I'm fromTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
