Dude I'll take ur sniper rifle and put u on a lean/
And have blood gushin lookin like a red laser beam/
U right eyedentdy ain't got shit on lock/
But now i'm makin a plan to run up in ur spot/
Ridin down ur block, lookin for daubs/
Cuz he was talkin bout them glocks, so i'll leave his brain on his dubs