i'ma let the uzi spit

turn his face into gooey shit

i'ma let the uzi spit

turn his face into gooey shit

running through bags full of choppers

talking that drama

hoping to create some mo' problems

cause i don't know where to solve em'

i just might bag and rob em'

feel my revolver

came with the flame

no game

f**k out my face

i needs da' throne

i need the throat from yo hoe

you know how it go

step in the game

sippin' on pain

my mind is all gone

not looking for ways

to stop all the fame

from tryna f**k my funds up

run em' up

and let them guns up

hoe’s face like a dump truck

but i still want my nuts touched

...still no f**ks

***** get bucked

uzi be that grey primate

f**king with the grey 5 9

ima skullf**k you

like i'm banging yet another prime mate

*****es in love with the plague

always wanna suck on my ak

*****es in love with the plague

pussy gon' come my way

ruby get a mil

pussy got a skill

ruby gon' chill

pussy on my grill

ruby scrape plates

pussy gon' spill but their heart gon' break

rib ripper

got beaucoup chest pain

i'm a gorilla with a fist full of banana clips

let the s**t rain

grey showers imma bathe all day

uzi loogies cover ruby

burn his body spread the ashes in the lake

7th ward dragon rises from the ashes breathing flames aka yung plague

uzi spit 30 clip

percocets with the sticks

snort it just to feel the drip

paint yo ass like trasherslip

pistol grip

fall in line

acid up and down my spine

f**k a snap

and f**k a vine

turn this B*h to columbine

red dot, red dot

looking for 12

i only do head shots

stranger, stranger

sippin' the mud

i only sip red drops

still depressed and don't like the preps

still hit the jets and get a pack of **

ftp on my bullet vest

still failed the test

but proceed to blow