Havana

Shoot him in the stomach put this nigga in a shit bag How you up a pole and get smack get yo get back Run up with ya homies Lil nigga you can get dragged, put the chrome to your dome Nigga you won't lift mag Nigga Ima creep up on em Bodies holding bodies tell your homie he gon sleep up on em Put him on the gram show these niggas they weep up on him Second up to death show these niggas how I reap up on em, show em what I keep up On em Shoot him wearing red, Ima shoot him out the blue, if I shoot this nigga dead Ima shoot His mother too, brudduh's in the dirt bed nigga f*ck you gonna do, if you really want me Dead busta better learn to shoot Run nigga, I said run what's it to ya, whatchu gonna do when I pop 32 to ya, you don't Wanna find out what the f*ck I do to ya, tie you up zip ya mouth and ship you out to Cuba Have his opps screaming out oh hallelujah, said you don't believe in God nigga pray to Buddha, threw him the river concrete without the scuba, concrete to his feet no I'm not Medusa Run nigga, I said run what's it to ya, whatchu gonna do when I pop 32 to ya, you don't Wanna find out what the f*ck I do to ya, tie you up zip ya mouth and ship you out to Cuba Shoot em in the pasta leave my opps top dripping, niggas know my roster I shoot like I'm Scott pippin, niggas left me untouched, so baby just stop tripping, say you got the bag But nigga you burger Flippin, caught him screaming cuhz but nigga he's not cripping Empty out yo pockets ya niggas gon get to stripping, sending out my message these Bullets gon get to shipping, fuckin on ya shorty Lil mama I put the tip in Run nigga, I said run what's it to ya, whatchu gonna do when I pop 32 to ya, you don't Wanna find out what the f*ck I do to ya, tie you up zip ya mouth and ship you out to Cuba Run nigga, I said run what's it to ya, whatchu gonna do when I pop 32 to ya, you don't Wanna find out what the f*ck I do to ya, tie you up zip ya mouth and ship you out to Cuba Shoot em in the pasta leave my opps top dripping, niggas know my roster I shoot like I'm Scott pippin, niggas left me untouched, so baby just stop tripping, say you got the bag But nigga you burger Flippin, caught him screaming cuhz but nigga he's not crippin' Empty out yo pockets ya niggas gon get to stripping, sending out my message these Bullets gon get to shipping, fuckin' on ya shorty Lil mama I put the tip in