Rifle

Know they wanna slay me, yeah, I know they wanna slay me I know they wanna slay me, cause I'm moving crazy Gotta keep it low, know im packing on the daily Drippy like the navy, QB they obey me Leave em z-ed out because I'm shooting out a Haiti Wet that boy up, while I'm smoking out the eighty Or pout that nigga up, I get to feel a little lazy Got to clickin first cause I'm throwing like I'm Brady Got a all black fit with the grip and I'm shady Know that I'm a flocka, aiming at your toppa But I ain't no DOA , I'm dumping over anything Brodie pass a BOA, we punching over everything Now I got to see the way, we pushing up on many things Give a f*ck if he a rasta, shooting at his dreads Leave em cooking like some pasta Heard he with the dead, so they gotta call the pastor Don't run, don't trip, gotta run a little faster If we talking bout some money, do you know that I'm the master B-O-O-B, B-O-O-B B-O-O-B B-O-O-B B-O-O-B B-O-O-B