Intro (x2)
When I got that gun on me
Niggas gonna run for me
Niggas gonna want more for me (oh, oh)
I wanna dance to shit (oh, oh)
I wanna dance to shit

Verse
Well I am the punk, I'm flaring the sun
I don't care who would be
Brothers, sisters, nor this ain't new to me
The fool with me you must be a fool indeed
Accessories, extra clips with some jewelry
Shots for the air, rocks for the shining, blocks for the grinding
Yes, I'm the chosen one
Hand holding my nuts, the other one, be holding the gun
When I'm thinking of the unthinkable
That we get pulled drink a few hints with Red Bull
Either join with us or see the calling up for the autopsy fully idol's chopped body
Put you in the place where the K-9 can't smell you
38 on my waistline but I tell you
Fuck up with that weight yo, pray God there you
Head in the marina body down in Bellevue
Male fingers 239 sixty-forty, ringtones slim thug, I'm the boss Corleone
I'm African-American mixed with Sicilian
Statistically that ain't right, but yo I still can
Shoot you in the place you led you can't feel them
You accidentally, when will I heal man

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