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[Intro]

Don't look at me like that

Have you ever seen a pretty face before?

Well you won't

You know why? Because I wear all black everything

All black gloves, oh lemme see what else

Oh, all black mask (mmmmm)

Well lemme tell you what I want you to do

I want you to go get every f..cking bullet you ever had mate

Go get it! Hurry up and go get it!

Because by the time I'm done with you

Your gonna need a motherfucking halo mate!

[Verse 1]

Yo, You gone end up in a cemetery

I'm a shoot the scene like I'm Tyler Perry

Got Mariah with me with a duffle bag so you never know what we f..cking carry

I'm a come through with my homies yo whole hood finna know me

They wanna f..ck me up I start squaring up I said "come on nigga just show me"

Them bullets flying like eagles I'm a shoot a nigga no free throw

I stay thirsty to catch bodies so you know I gotta f..cking P bro

Pop a nigga in the mouth like D-low

What you say? You can't breathe joe

Mollywhopped again took yo oxygen

Them 40's still wet it like J-Lo

You better come correct when you see me

Cause I'll take ya shit like I'm Stevie

See I'm Stevie J with them bullet trays like Joseline you gone need me

Got cold blood of killers not Speedy Gonzales

I hang with them dealers but I'm the top driller I am a go getter be going Godzilla

Moonwalk on your grave I'm a call that shit Thriller

[Pre-Hook]

This not no gimmick, Bitch this is my image

You f..ck with me like Rosemary's baby I'll leave you timid

This not no gimmick, Bitch this is my image

You f..ck with me like Rosemary's baby I'll leave you timid

[Hook]

Got you wet, got you timid boy

I got you timid boy

Ski mask, black gloves, my image boy

I got you timid boy, timid boy

Ski mask, black gloves, my image boy

[Verse 2]

Man down why you on the block selling dope

You see me coming like Ray Charles with a telescope

You kill two of my niggas I'm killing four

When I wipe that back just duck low

I really don't f..ck with you f..ckers

Sleeping on me you'll get smothered

Fuck around call up yo mother

Like I put your son face on a plugger

I need a couple entrees, pair of Lebron J's

Duck tape and rope and let it be broad day

All black room I can show you the shuffle

Leave the room by myself, he'll be in my duffle

Hit the corner store grab a bag of Ruffles

Eat the chips, grab the clip then I'm back to trouble

Chitown it's a motherfuckin' jungle

Tell you like it is we ain't even gotta mumble like

Take you out the picture with one shot you getting cropped

Pull a trigger play with your body like Photoshop

With no doubt, the block cleared out when I pulled out the motherfucking Glock

(Uh) Niggas gotta learn at some point

I'll make a nigga learn at gunpoint

Spray niggas and I ain't talkin no mase

Put a couple holes in yo head like a crate

[Hook Post Hook]

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