yo, i dare you to fuck wit my money, i drop a clip in your brain,and laugh like it was somethin funny,and i dont if we used to be old buds, im sick of excuses, I'll still murder you in cold blood, and I dont think that its any fun to diss you, but if i killed you now bitch would anybody miss you,I bet not, bitch all i got is this glock,and lyrical nonsense,bitch you'll get shot on your block,these hot beats,is given my glock heat,i'm quick wit the trigger,I'll shoot anybody who stops me,if your tryin to kill me,you better shoot through my brain,fuck drugs,the only thing i'm abusin is pain,I'm not a gangsta, im just cruisin the game,how you gonna be a playa?,when your losin the game,bitches and hoes, are given me X's and O's, and if you don't slap me my dough, I'll snap you in fuckin half at the throat. Blunt Asassin, out