40KALIBER

[Intro]
Ayy calm your bitch ass down bruh
(It's some blood mob shit
It's some blood mob shit)
We ain't got nothing to worry about
They didn't see our faces or nothing man
Ay, tell that boy we buying a new Merce light tonight bruh
(It's some blood mob shit
It's some blood mob shit)
Fuck outta my way

[Verse]
Smoking gas like I'm a florist
We importin' it
Your bitch on me like I'm gorgeous
Cite my sources
From the streets, they call me war sick
Copped a warship
Got the pump up out the storage
Bring the corpses
Choppa all up on my body and I make a rapper forfeit (Forfeit)
Safety fell off, but that shit ain't important
Beam all on your body, my banana clip enormous
Hole up in his head, I leave him looking like a porpoise
Stacking 'em
If you rock with 'em, you get shot with 'em
Big drum hanging out my pocket I/ma slaughter 'em (Ay)
Fucking up a pussy rapper 'cause he comment on it (Ay)
While I'm packing all these bricks, you acting like an artist (Ay)
Pull up in this trap house (Ay)
Pull up with a MAC out (Ay)
I turn 21 and buy myself another gat now (Okay)
Smoking on the gas (Ay)
That shit on your ass (Ay)
Keep the pack up on my body bitch I never lack (Okay)
Bitching like this get your wrists slit
Your bitch on me she want that dick
Twenty red beam versus your fists
I hit you with sticks like the Blair Witch
Bitching like this get your wrists slit
Your bitch on me she want that dick
Twenty red beam versus your fists
I hit you with sticks like the Blair Witch (Okay)