Gun Powder

Tahj Money I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin' down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes Take off his nose None of my niggas gon' bend, break, or fold Clutchin' cutters, me and my brothers ridin' 'round smokin' dope I got a drop on all the opps, hope you don't think that you Low This ain't no threat, bitch this a promise, when I catch you case closed Money fold, dope sold, you caught a body but told Spent 40 thousand on some diamonds, got my mouth lookin' froze You sippin ' lean, that's not prescription, got 'em comin' by loads Lord knows, walk in the mall and spend 10 thousand on clothes I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes I bought a chopper then I filled it up I catch 'em, I'ma fill 'em up Walk down, headshots, hit the corner, rip 'em up Y'all better listen to the words I say, we livin' in our last days Point blank, proven, ci-cigarettes and ash trays I don't know shit about no murder, gotta keep my mouth closed Just got a brand new Desert Eagle with a cutter that fold Shower in bleach, rip up the car, make sure you burn all the clothes My youngin down to shoot to kill just for a line of some coke Sendin' texts to all the opps like yeah we want all the smoke We up by six, they down by two, they need the go fix the score Pop out wit' poles, told 'em I won't spare no kids or no hoes Foot on the pedal, heavy metal, send some shots through yo' clothes Grrrah, hahahaha Haha, bitch, come here