THE MF 1

Bitch im finna trap his ass in the cut
Light my torch up dungeon
Bullets got him itchin' like a goddamn drunken
Take him to the stash body cut him like a pumpkin
In the backseat wrapped up like a mummy
I dwell so deep feel like I can't function
Staying off the street cause his body in a oven
I'm in way to deep, mane, I swear its always something
Fuck around with me and I'ma leave you with nothin

I got a gun in the back of my trunk
And the bitches is callin "This my mufuckin son"
It was a bitch like the army pop his head twenty times
In the face motherfucker run six feet deep bringin out horror in
The competition, they shit, these motherfuckers run, if you bitches Wanna talk shit bitches wanna tell me sum, I'll tell you right now that
I'm not the muthafuckin one
I'm not the muthafuckin one
I'm not the muthafuckin one
I'm not the muthafuckin one