Mossberg

I make 'em weep, when I creep, with that two-tone Glock

Riding up the block, profit in my sock

Make 'em leap, when I tweak with that Mossberg pump

Slippin' get you popped, now you in the trunk locked

Let the car burn and I let the weapon drop

Rubber gloves, no prints, never getting caught

Death to my opposition, life up in my blunt

Purgatory clips got you caught up in a rut

Stuck between a rock and a hard place

Not enough evidence to ever–ever charge me

Should've never started me

Baby don't you bother me

Lunatic, you losing it, but I already lost it P

Once I get to clickin', mother****er ain't no range then

Blunts get to rollin', bitch was fiendin', I'mma bring it back

Once I get to clickin', mother****er ain't no range then

Blunts get to rollin', bitch was fiendin', I'mma bring it back

Sitting in the crib, rolling doubles up (Doubles up)

Thinking about them K2 days, it ****ed my stomach up

Gripping on that Calico, M950 bitch

M59, slowly dying like I'm Whitney bitch

New Edition bumping out the trunk, I whip and flip a bitch

Spin the block, load it, cock back I'm finna hit this shit

Arm hanging out the window, gleaming from the Roley wrist

Mask to my face, I hit the limit, bullets limitless

I ain't the one to play with, you step up I get to spraying

I'm swanging like a mace, touching rocks like a ****ing Pagan

I'm on a mission, I'm with it 'till the ****ing dig-in

Sunrise, sunset, always keep the stainless

Once I get to clickin', mother****er ain't no range then

Blunts get to rollin', bitch was fiendin', I'mma bring it back

Once I get to clickin', mother****er ain't no range then

Blunts get to rollin', bitch was fiendin', I'mma bring it back