Rifle On Me

I be Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (ya dig) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (ya dig) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh) Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (uh huh, uh huh) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh) I'm a killer, she a eater, Jeffrey Dahmer Lambo skrrt bitch I'm not in a Honda These diamonds on me feel like a tundra Ima rake up the green like I'm a farmer They may go hard but I'm just go harder Cowboy shit, pop em with a revolver Yo bitch wanna kick with us, like it's soccer Take two 60's, got me feeling like a monster My gun get hungry, turn yo block into a Buffet This bitch get wild in here yeah we turned it into a rave Ima need the extra bonus when I get paid Money's not an issue, cover my body in Dolce Niggas make the wrong move Make the wrong move, ima shoot Shit it's crazy, I'm off the juice NGU, go get the troops I'm speeding off like sonic boom Smoking biscotti I'm the highest in the room Taking off like nasa, straight to the moon Sorry baby, but it's the truth Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (uh huh) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (uh huh, uh huh) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck (uh huh) 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh) Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (uh huh, uh huh) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck (uh huh) 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh) Fourth quarter baby ima ball In the paint like I'm John Wall Michael Jackson, money bouncing off the wall Stand on my money I'm 6 feet tall (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Keep fucking with me ima go awol Niggas making me sick, spray em off, Lysol (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I don't really f*ck with them at all Gang be ready, they on call (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 444, top general (Ya dig) I been smoking on minerals They said don't f*ck with us because we dangerous criminals (uh huh) Sometimes we can be imbeciles (Ya dig) We the real ones, originals (Ya dig) All this money doing miracles (Ya dig) Putting Rick Owens on my soul Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (uh huh) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (uh huh, uh huh) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck (uh huh) 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh) Pulling off in a maybach truck, while I pour this Wockhardt in my cup (uh huh, uh huh) Keep the rifle on me, run up nigga it's gon buss (uh huh, uh huh) I really don't give two fucks (at all) They really ain't fucking with us (at all) Pour up mud I get stuck (uh huh) 40 on me I'm keeping it tucked (uh huh)