Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

I can't keep calm, I can't keep still I forget all that I've been taught Pulled apart against my will And I'm caught It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do To try and keep from calling you Well, can my dreams keep coming true How can they, cause when

Do your dance YG, do your dance And twist my fingaz with my hands You shoulda seen how a nigga pulled up in the ride In the ride, in the ride Got two mothafuckas wanna fight me outside Fight me outside, fight me outside I just do my dance and cuff my

Pull up in that Bentley GT Skrrt, skrrt, beep, beep I'ma go down eat, eat Ride them chi chis Know I'ma skeet, skeet (all in it) Got me on repeat, bitch wanna freak me Girl, I know you ain't from 'round here Shut up, shut up, make you cum easy Make you cum

Like "ooh, ah, pull up, hop out, ooh, ah" No faith, no fear, I know the drill You got a girl so don't get too close to me I mean, ain't that how it's supposed to be Mysterious, interesting, true Commenting I listen 'Cause everything I was thinking about

Let the music come and take us over Let me pull you in a little bit closer, Baby close your eyes why don't we just Stay right here in the moment, I wanna feel you movin' nice and slow yeah When there's nothin' words can say, Come on outside I got

You're going down with me baby if I fall If I fall you're going down with me You can't take back every little chill you give me You're going down with me baby heart and all ooh yeah Was it the pull of the moon now baby That led you to my door You say the

Is she ultra violent? Is she disturbed? I better tell her that I love her Before she does it all over again Oh God, she's killing me For now I lie around Hell that's all I can really do She takes good care of me Just keep saying my love is true

Yeah anybody else with any kind of sense It ain't a bar, ain't the beer, it ain't the whiskey Woulda done moved on said it is what it is Old school McGraw coming out of my doors Had to pull over, couldn't take it no more Got this thing running in park,

Look nigga, I've been this way Since them niggas loaded up them shotgun shells And shot my older cousin Nessa all in his face Fuck niggas talkin', my teachers called me a disgrace Had to pull up on 'em last weekend in the big Wraith I sold work on sick