Gats strap'd on tha knee likea brace,
bullets like pocs how they hop on ya face,FAGGET))))
enough wit tha yappin,put ya fist up,
when i cock it ,it jerk ya chest likea hickup,
bitch what?nah you cant stop me,
like eatin ribs ina white tee...ya style too sloppy,
who wan step up put ya punch out,
best bet to quit shut up n punk out,
gun like ryc how they dump out, (RYC DUMPS)
my bullets stay wit asma way i pump out,
an some how hit my targets fast,
only bullseye youve seens ona targett bag,
come by while you sleepin
an leave you wet like you piss'd tha bed,
fucks tha vest for? bullets aint gon miss ya head,
yall know who it is...VIBE...
likea fryin pan im DAMN HOTT,
My hits off tha track wit no brakes,an I CANT STOPPP!!!!!