Big MAC-11, back of the seven on some boss ♥♥♥♥ (Brrat)
I put that President on my wrist and I got frostbit (Brrat)
Stack it like Pringles, you want a single? It's gon' cost you (♥♥♥♥♥)
Pull up to your funeral, man, shoot up your ♥♥♥♥♥♥' coffin (Brrt)
I blow your house up with that hunnid drum (Yeah, yeah)
No Hot 100, I'm a hot boy with some murder ones (Yeah, yeah)
Cash money Kane, big number one Sunday, you my youngest son (Yeah, yeah)
See my first crackhead like that Beamer back in '91 (♥♥♥♥♥)
And I been on the blaze since 2Pac was rockin' the Gumby fade (Yeah)
♥♥♥♥♥♥' up my cup with this Activis like some lemonade
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ big B-L, if you violate, they'll renegade
Know trigger fingers ain't have to type on your Twitter page (Yeah, yeah)
Freddie Krueger, P-90 Ruger, I'm keepin' on 'em (Yeah)
♥♥♥♥♥♥ say they ain't losin' sleep, tell 'em, "I'm sleepin' on 'em" (♥♥♥♥♥)
Got heavy traffic, the neighbors might call the people on 'em (Yeah, yeah)
Surround your car with ARs, I put the reaper on 'em
Death wish, reach 'em with that automatic shotty, that's a death kiss
♥♥♥♥♥♥ be pullin' through, so I aim above the neck, ♥♥♥♥♥
Fly with it on me, I got my blicky on the jet, ♥♥♥♥♥
Ready to set it off and I put that on the set, ♥♥♥♥♥ (Yeah)