I be slidin' 'round with my firearm, I gotta keep a weapon I be ridin' 'round everywhere, I dare one of y'all lil' niggas to test me I keep on drivin' 'round, got me goin' through all these transgressions Shootin' niggas and foolin' 'round, won't let me

I wanna dance in the dark and never stop We gonna light up the night like shooting stars Whenever you hear the sound don't be alarmed Move, move, move Dancing in the dark Make sure that your heartbeat beats with the rhythm I wanna dance in the dark We

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Automatic (auto), automatics, in the trunk Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots with the pump Thot and addy (thot), love the Patek on my arm (Patek) We got static (static), pussy nigga run your charm (hey) Ghostface killers (killers), Wu-Tang, 21 news

Born with a broken heart Burnin' like a shootin' star Oh, why do the good die young Playin' on that sad guitar Up from the ashes, out of the flames Keeps gettin' stronger, like a slow rollin' train Watch it run Off in the distance, it was callin' my name

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp And I'm on the block, and I'm on the block Shooting at the opps Yo, Pierre you wanna come out here? All these hoes gon' flock (flock flock), when I drop (drop) Yo

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in

It's a summer paradise, crusin' with the boys and girls. Surfin' day and night, everybody shootin' the curl. Hang five, keep it alive, and lemme jump down low on the toes of the nose. Hang ten, hot-doggin' again, let's go! Are you ready? Ready-freddy?

We livin this 'til the day that we die Survival of the fit - nigga we still alive And here we go again why'all callin in reinforcements The Mobb come through, stop up the shit P'll come through and shot up your vest Shoot at your head, not-a-leg eh?