A Thousand Rounds in the Chamber Makes Me More Than a Stranger

Verse 1:
A nigga so hot when I step in the room
I'm ready to run in
All these motherfuckers wanna try to go against me
But they see that I probably hit 'em inside the chin
You know me
I'm sitting outside
On the motherfucking stairs
Probably cutting my hair
While you bitches getting scared
Probably playing motherfuckers inside of an arcade
You niggas know I'm about to hit 'em up like solitaire
Why you looking at me?
Looking deep inside my soul
Hit a motherfucker in their body until they turn cold
Put you in the motherfucking freezer
Gotta cock back the gun cuz I'm taking out the 9 mm
When you quick as me
Make a nigga wanna cry
Hit these motherfuckers deep in they face, in they eyes
They already know that a motherfucker like me probably gonna chop you up until you bleeding from your thighs
I ride around with these niggas that be taking out the gun and hit you in your back if you think you is gonna go against me then that is not gonna be a fact cuz I'm on top and I'm about to drop a motherfucking bomb to blow up the spot
Right around the motherfucking block inside of a droptop when these bitches get in
Drive whenever I
I'm inside a motherfucker bringing and really wanna go against a motherfucker that be taking everybody down into motherfucking ground
Then I gotta spread them like some fucking peanut butter when I hit 'em in the motherfucking chin you should already know that I'm about to fucking win when I come inside the room
I got to throw up the dub because you already know I'm about to win
I'm T to the A to the B to the U to the U
Hopping up and down like a kangaroo
What the fuck you really wanna do?
And everybody know me cuz when they see me
They see my tattoo which is on my fucking face (on my fucking face)
Man this shits ain't dreams, looking for me

Bridge:
Rolling in that black, hit these hoes inside they back
Bitch I be stacking up my gold
You already know they need to know that
Slap these hoes and get your gold back
You already know about the throwback
They always say my flow is so cold
And you know your flow is so wack

Verse 2:
Riding me and my niggas
We riding inside in the whip
And I be killing all of these hoes
All these niggas that always be talking shit about me
I just knock them all on the floor
When I'm smacking these bitches inside of they face
When I'm busting these niggas I hit 'em with gas
Looking inside of my eyes you be seeing my vision
You see what I'm living is black