[Verse 1] Half you rapping ass niggas ain't never hit a lick Other half of you niggas ain't never seen a brick More than half of you niggas tattletale might snitch I'ma take a half bounce it back to sixteen zips Going back and forth to Cali that's sixteen trips For the sixteen I'ma get them sixteen shifts Sipping drank by the Cruiser that's sixteen shifts I was sixteen with a M-16 bitch Still see the same niggas that I shot Still see a couple plugs that I robbed (Scary nigga) Half the niggas see my face got shot The other half see my face and start to run A lot of niggas play the sideline mascot cheerleader Pom-poms never get involved Telling everybody mama what they seen or saw Type of cluck ass nigga sell dope to a law Suspect ass nigga get jammed tell it all I'm the type to use the Glock cause it don't jam at all Strapped up in the trap smoking dope paranoia Acting like he want packs but he work for the boys Got a move low-key snitch niggas stay scheming (Snitch) Pussy nigga signed a plea agreement (Fuck nigga) Pull up on 'em thirty choppers squeezing (There he go) Till it *click click* pussy stopped breathing 5.56 NATO round bullets he see em' Put his brains in his lap let him see what he was thinking Put his feet in cement and then we throw him over deep end What the fuck this nigga thinking? Now his mama at the deacon Thirty young dirty bastards get to blasting no think Shoot the shit up with the Magnum causing havoc no blinking Why hide? Fuck nigga play mine I'll find where you reside Put your mind on the blinds I'll only give you five [?] Thirty choppers thirty crash dummies strapped See them thirty crash dummies where you at? My young shooters don't play Thirty hollows with his brain in his lap Nigga bought a vest I'm shooting at your cap Fuck nigga I don't play More rounds than a heavyweight fight I ain't boxing you can fight these pipes Shoot a nigga in the face When I catch I'ma shoot him on sight Like Rico did Calvin at the light Fuck nigga ain't safe
[Outro] Thirty choppers, play if ya' wanna Pull up on ya', at yo' casa Like "Where yo' mama?" Lot of drama, Tecs and llamas Like fuck yo' honor, my persona That's my persona, that's my persona, my persona That's my persona, that's my persona, my persona That's my personaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
