Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag
All the guns I had
Sippin' Granddad, 'bout to make his momma sad
I can't stand him and I don't know him
And he don't even know I'm 'bout to blow him
'bout to show him
What goes around comes around
He should've thought about it
Now he got to talk to God about it
I mean this
Nothing between this four-fifth and
The head center i got a scope with the infa
Boom, boom
Coward niggas got to meet they fate
The faggot got "Jason" on his license plate
Motherf*cker and he parkin', pass the gat
I'm 'bout to spark him
Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
Hey, playboy!