I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color Murder my enemy love thy brother And I ain´t never gave a shit about a motherfucker Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a youngin stomach You niggas better take side with young money, Cash Money You´ll get left in your ride crash dummy I´ll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running The magazine empty and the nine stop busting I bang my fist till my palms get bloody Cuz I´m a monsta man I´m gonna find you and my AP nine don´t jam I´m a rider you can´t take it out of me man I be wilding, you can wait by my house for me fam I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands I´m gonna die with this blazer right in these hands
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
Twenty-two´s, thirty-eight´s, forty-four´s, forty-five´s Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am So ready for whateva that awaits me Run up in your place while you´re sleepin, awake thee Calicoes, ak´s, Uzi-machines Got ya misplacin your arms and losin your knees I am takin names, so who wanna leave Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve? I got the hood with the names of the crew on they t´s
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain´t bullshitin AR hit ya truck got ya hood flippin Feet by the engine, head by the transmission And I be right where I am mista Me and my damn pistol Me and my girlfriend In this world alone, so bring it on And imma have to sing you this song nigga
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I got the scope on the tool I can see what you do With a little red dot nigga peek-a-boo Shhh the silence will speak to you Hit you from across the street wile you tying ya shoe Like Bang! Bang! say breathe nigga breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his tee Say Bang! Bang! say breathe deep breath I stand ova the body with the boy in his chest...Clear! Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear cuz ya boy up and left Life is short enjoy what eva´s left Before you run into a nigga like me and meet death In less than three seconds I´ll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist Three inches from your faces Make no mistake Weezy neva hesitate I´ll pop till your shit separate like eewww!
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head I wish a motherfucker would trip this year