50 on it (feat. MIA Beaz)

5 on it Ooh, sav killed itt Roger that, 10-4, I got the Draco on me And I got 50 shots so ain't no faking no bleed Niggas talk crazy till they end up on a white tee Niggas all talk, straps out , now it's hide n seek 808's jumping so we got matching blues Nigga wanna play 2k, shit we can run twos Do you want me or my mans, bitch pick and choose I'm a wizard on the court, balling like I'm Kuz You wanna fist fight, or shoot, I got the tools I got Minnie you got Mickey, so where the muskatool How much you want, I got pape, nigga we finna fool Would've shot his ass back then, but they dont allow guns in schools Yo mans got shot, you just found out, go check the news Happy birthday, Merry Christmas , go cut you some cake Bitch, I'm sitting in a ford , might be a escape State Farm official, nigga my new name's Jake Drake got a new car, it might be a Wraith Fucking on a foreign bitch, I ask, can I stay April fools, I don't give a f*ck if it's May Go out to eat, what I order, bitch I want a steak If my brother fall down, I'ma stand by him Bitch, I'm balling in the court, I'm thinking Andrew Bynum I'm Batman, but I'm talking about the Arkham Asylum Nigga think he a creator, just like that nigga Tyler Nigga, I'm in your hood, you know we got them set shots Nigga was itching, I was like, damn he got that chicken pox My niggas posted by the pond, but they ain't doing rocks I need tissue to wipe my ass, I ain't using scotts You want some P's or some lean, bitch I got the pop You want ARs and some Glocks, bitch I know the drop I know niggas with some guns, but they ain't never shot If you in Detroit, the lil red sign don't mean stop F*ck 5, I got 50 on you I call em' big Gucci Sosa , won't hesitate to put that semi on you F*ck it, Have my nigga walk you down, hit the dagger, then shimmy on you Going crazy with the heat, that means Jimmy on you You got mud on your hands, see who really knows you Whole time think they slick, but they really owe you Steady acting like a fan, then I'm a little bro you Or make his ass fade away, I'm about to Kobe fro you This thick bitch gonna eat me all day Want some drink, I got the plug, can't be less than an 8 How you gonna make it out the jungle, you less than an ape Don't never play around with pape, that's a deadly mistake You like the hood Chris Kyle, but got deadlier aim When I'm sippin' on green like I'm hanging with Bane I'm a real hellraiser, I hang with them chains I treat the mic just like a forge, I'm making a name