Intro (Part 2)

[Verse: Mugz]

No mask it's to hot for that
Gun in his face, Free take his pack
Click clack bang ain't no coming back
Yeah he took a trip but he ain't coming back
Choppa fuck up your six pack, You don't run shit accept Laps
I see the opps they start running track, gun go brrrrr sound like smack
I got a Motorola just for the fiends
That shit bling on the 15th
Then I'm cashing out on the sixteenth
Tryna flip a half to a whole thing
Since he wanna act let's shoot him like scene
I fuck up commas, dirty money, but my dick clean
This bitch Tryna Billie Jean, saying that kid got my genes
I fucked you and nutted in your mouth so I know what you really mean
But I could see where you cumming from
Daycare mouth my kids on her tongue
Do I have to come to your party
And do yo ass like I'm Jeff hardy
Or maybe stone cold stunner your body
And then I go rude boi ox with the shotty
I see your bitch looking
Like she Tryna get her soul tookin
Run up in your trap while you cookin
Now the cops ask why you shooken
I got Killas out in Brooklyn
That'll kidnap your woman
Tell me where the funds where the drugz at
Where your gun where the thugs at
I heard nighas asking where Mugz at
I fell off and bounced right back
Like a brick off the backboard
Since Pac I been a outlaw
Kill yo ass cut you up into pieces like a Jigsaw
You'll never find like Lou Rawls
Phil Jack I make the calls
In your bitch mouth like some halls
Member 10th grade skipping in them halls
Had your bitch licking balls
Fuck class I fucked her in the stall
School going on and all

[Hook]
Yo girl falling, she need a lift me up
She keep calling, for that Coke she need a pick me up
I told her we gon strictly fuck
If she ugly then she strictly suck