Igotagun

Bitch, calling and ripping through my precisions

I'm killing, lyrical villain, i'm higher, touchin' the ceilin'

I'm willing to fucking win this, i'm in this to finish niggas

For dinner [?] look out below to your temple, boom

I call back, september, october, november, december

You faggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter

Rookies and ginger cookies, going to school, playing hookey

If i was starting to overlook me

No contest, i arm wres, monster on his loch ness

Got more than one penis, hoochies hop up on my crotches

Spotless, fucking a conscious goddess

In the darkness, latches and harness is all set, i got this

Heartless, congress, condoms, working on a topless

[?] the compass is directing, secting

I get carried away with the sexting, complexing

She's yours, i'm annexing

I got a gun (i cock it back)

I got a gun (better wear your strap)

I got a gun (nigga, don't get clapped)

You better run (see it in my lap)

I got a gun (nigga, got my gun)

I got a gun (nigga, this shit fun)

I got a gun (i'ma kill that bitch)

You better run

Left brain is my lex luger, bitch i'm waka flocka

Over the stove, mixing music in a pot of rasta pasta

Swag me the fuck out, i stash my dirty money at cassie's house

Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth, 120 degrees [?] pistol holster's pouch

Radness of warriors, jewlery store, glory whores

Bloody and lovely, wolf gang coyote ugly

I'm a wild animal, bitch, i can't be tamed

Or identified, or better, even named

And ho, that's a shame, shoulda applied more effort in this game

Yeah, call me acronym jim, keep my beretta and my burgundy tim

Shoot that nigga, make sure he dead

Shoot that nigga, aim for his head

Kill that bitch and steal her purse

Call everybody here her phone if that mothafucka works

Take that, bitch, $40 a month