Yo, They shootin, but I ain't make you look
if you get hot with me than your brains'll cook
Things don't go my way
Then the guns'll spray
I'll leave you wet like Lonzo on Training Day
I gotta hot hand, leaves kerosine vapors
So I gotta write rhymes on fire proof paper
I leave niggas... on permanent vacations
They couldn't get themselves outta sticky situations
When I shop.. for ammo I choose the best,
The kind with razor sharp teeth that'll chew through vests
and hollow tip heads that'll move your chest
I suggest that you use 2 vests
When it comes to this, niggas don't want none
you'll get chewed up and spit out like ABC gum
Nigga you's the worker and I'm the boss
Spit fire like I just drank a cup of hot sauce
I'm at the top and.... no ones stoppin it
yall got guns....but no ones poppin it
you're album dropped......and no ones rockin it
I never miss shots like Peja Stojakovkic
So, I suggest yall keep it movin
'for the guns come out and niggas start shootin!