Fuck with me, you know what it is

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy, love thy brother
And I ain't never gave a shit about a motherfucker
Hit him up and watch the guts come up out a young'n stomach
You niggas better take side with Young Money, Cash Money
Or get left in your ride, crash dummy
Oh, I'll be around when the times get ugly
When the wheels fall off and the tires stop running
The magazine empty and the nine stop bustin'
I bang my fist 'til my palms get bloody
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm a monster, man
I'ma find you and my AP nine don't jam
I'm a rider, you can't take it out of me, man
I be wildin', you can wait by my house for me, fam
I will fire and drop a hater right where he stands
I'ma die with the blazer right in these hands

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

Twenty-twos, thirty-eights, forty-fours, forty-fives
Tucked in my thirty-eight, MAC on my back, I am
So ready for whatever that awaits me
Run up in your place while you're sleeping, awake thee
Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines
Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees
I am taking names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch with your brains and your dew on your sleeve?
I got the hood with the names of the crew on their Ts
And I might make a funeral sweep, I ain't bullshittin'
AR hit your truck, got your hood flippin'
Feet by the engine, head by the transmission
Yeah, and I be right where I am, mister
Me and my damn pistol, me and my girlfriend
In this world alone, so bring it on
And I'ma have to sing you this song, yeah

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

I got the scope on the tool, I can see what you do
With a little red dot, nigga, peek-a-boo
Ooh, shh, the silencer speak to you
Hit you from across the street while you're tyin' your shoe
Like "Bang, bang," say, "Breathe, nigga, breathe"
I stand over the body, hit the boy in his tee
Say "Bang, bang," say, "Breathe deep breath"
I stand over the body, hit the boy in his chest, "Clear!"
Now the boy is a mess and the block in fear 'cause your boy up and left
Life is short, enjoy whatever's left
Then you run into a nigga like me and meet death
In less than three seconds, I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist, three inches from your face
Make no mistake, Weezy never hesitate
I pop 'til your shit separate like ugh

I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burnin' bruises on my hip this year
I shoot you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on

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Writer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Roger D. II Dickerson