(feat. Trae & P.O.P.)[Hook:]M16, I'm reloading my magazineAnd I will murder, ever bumber clot runKeep my hand, on my gun whoa[Trae:]I don't think they want the beef, cause these type of problems ain't fin to go awayThese friends I'm packing with me, remind ya don't ever fuck with TraeAnd if these bitches get up in you, ain't no need to prayCause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you awayI still post up, and let niggaz know I don't bar a thangI'm gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch I make it rainAnd it ain't nothing that can stop it, I promise you thatI put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat PatNow if they really want it, these niggaz gon have to get itI'm trying to put something on your mind, just so you don't forget itMy M16, will be the reason niggaz take a lossWhen I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your houseThe shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWATBut even what they got, will give it up cause these bullets be hotI'm like original roster, who wanna run with meCause what I'm bringing out, don't think they wanna fuck with me[Hook][P.O.P.:]I keep a heater, but I'm known for my murder 16'sKiller speaker killer beats, so I murder 16'sSo they M16's, tote a M16I call it my bodyguard, cause they instance meanIn the streets of the city, it ain't no loveThem boys'll fuck you quick, without no gloveI'm riding, in haters road blocksThem jackers don't stop, they'll blaze your whole spotSo a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cockAnd them Orville Redenbach glocks, is on popSo P.O.P., I will P-O-P'Fore I let another mother-mother, squeeze on meIn the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X'dThey don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protectionYes son, and just to see another day it's a blessingSo I keep a weapon, my[Hook][Z-Ro:]Is it me glock 40, bump-bump-bump-bump nopeIs it me 45, bump-bump-bump-bump nopeIs it me 3-57, bump-bump-bump-bump nopeMe M16, taping off the murder sceneInhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeineMe people don't even play me close, cause them don't know meMe don't want no company, me kick it with me lonelyAnd will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on meBut my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a ChristianBut the fact that I was already down, and people kept kickingMade me crazy, that's why I got no love for nobody latelyAnd I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safetyRu-run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass downRu-run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass downPlace you in another dimension, nobody can see you nowRest in peace, I'm the king of the streets yeah[Hook x2]
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