[Verse--Ray]      Yea you know what it is   Come to your house   And I come to your crib   A-K 47 rippin' off some fuckin' hollow tips   And when I bust you better duck   Cause they coming live   Little bitty bullet   But I bet it takes 100 lives   We stay on the grind   Stackin' paper from 9 to 9   I'm looking for a dime   So you nines don't need to waste my time   I'm still packin' 9   Oh yea it be more than 9   Make you go blind   But it'll have your body feelin' fine   You musta lost your mind   Thinking I ain't lost my mind   I'm telling you bitch   Fuck with me and I will break your spine   I throwing bombs   Shooting cannons   Watch me lock and load   Futuristic guns with a big ass futuristic scope   And you already know   Bullets headed for your dome   6 feet deep   Momma cryin' at the funeral home   Now watch me get it   Gone get it you can get it son   Party pack or purple pack   We can't even get rid of 'em   You make it rain   My nigga I make it thunderstorm   Float like a butterfly sting like a bee   And man my niggas be ready to swarm   Nigga I'm hot    You niggas warm   Better yet I'm ice cold   When I pull the trigger   You gone feel this shit up in your toes   I spit that poison my niggas   You better cover your nose   I'm a beast    I eat you niggas up   And swallow you niggas whole   With no digestine   Now I'm rippin' out you niggas intestines   Let me catch my breath    Before the K take all your breath and   Like ah ah   I'm on fire   I'm still making hits   No steriods don't call me Mark McGuire   Maybe Barry Bonds   Like hits home runs    I'm still going   Don't come around me   I'm like a river   You might drown   I'm still flowing   And I don't need no chorus   That shit's for you pussy niggas   Like a first round draft pick   Nigga stackin' six figures   I got it made   I'm gettin' paid on my off days   Shoutout to my nigga Pace   That nigga is my DJ   Oh yea I'm rollin like some rims   Sittin' on some wheels   Me and Chop we Bash Brothers   Throw it up for Dolla Bill   We making mils   So pussy niggas better guard your grills   This ain't no video game   Pussy nigga this shit be for real   And if you say I can't rap   You get slapped twice   White tee with black holes   They should call you niggas dice   Cocaine be white like rice   Nigga I'm hot like spice   Watch me so cold like ice   I'm in beast mode nothing nice   I make you pay the price   Oh yea the price is right   Trillest nigga you'll ever meet   I'm not the one you wanna fight   And I'm like   And I'm like   Bitch don't play with me   Load it up   Cock it back   And get all in they face with it   Yea yea you better get your history right   Cause I got some big guns   When I shoot them they sound like dynamite   And I'm on fire   And I know you pussies hate it   Throw it up for Terry boys   And my nigga Andrew David      Hah   I'm done