[Intro]
Rollin' 'round with that .50
Brr, grr, grr, grr
Grr, grr, got a switchy
[Chorus]
I don't care about the drop, so I'm rollin' 'round with a .50 (Grr, grr, pow)
I don't care about the Glock (Nah), so I'm rollin' 'round with that XD (Nah)
I don't care about a thot (Nah), so why the fuck she tryna text me?
And it's me and Pman, and he be shootin' like Wayne Gretzky (Baow, baow, baow)
And we up in the staff (No), and them thirty clips gettin' emptied
And if I don't got a switch, then best believe I got the semi ('Mi)
[Post-Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, you gon' die if you ain't got your nine
Please don't come outside 'cause we comin' with a nine (Grr)
[Verse 1]
Grr, baow (Baow), mask on like it's Halloween
Jumpin' on on that opp block, I got fifty shots in that magazine
Blicky so dirty, but I wiped him down like I'm Mr. Clean
Can't even smoke in the ghetto, so I smoke 22 in that nicotine
He ain't comin' outside, I wonder why he stays in quarantine
I'ma record to the guys, I'm hittin' shots like D. J. Augustin
He tried to slide in the town, now he deep underwater like a submarine
I know he lives and he traps, so you can see I got that boy's routine
Gotta drop when his dealer was at, so watch, he gon' be dead up on the scene
Calls about my greens and you can call those lil' bitch Wolverine's
Slidin' on his block and I don't need no fuckin' vaseline
And when we clap that boy, we had him screamin', "Man, abti, please" (Turn me up, [?])
[Chorus]
I don't care about the drop, so I'm rollin' 'round with a .50 (Grr, grr)
I don't care about the Glock (Baow), so I'm rollin' 'round with that XD (Baow, baow)
I don't care about a thot, so why the fuck she tryna text me?
And it's me and Pman, and he be shootin' like Wayne Gretzky
And we up in the staff, and them thirty clips gettin' emptied
And if I don't got a switch, then best believe I got the semi ('Mi)
[Post-Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, you gon' die if you ain't got your nine
Please don't come outside 'cause we comin' with a nine
[Verse 2]
Goofies, all my opps, they be some goofies
Dressin' all black with my shiesty, catch an opp and make a movie
We stood over up an oppy nigga, take they face off, do him cruelly
I'm a demon in designer, when I slide, my fit be Gucci
You a bitch, you a snitch, you ain't never shoot no switch
Talkin' 'bout you did a drill, [?], nigga, you a vic'
I got a brand new thirty shot, tryna test it's drift, Jungz or Wick
We got bodies, those unfrozen, they be cold just like a fridge
I'm in that double R, and you know it's free my dogs
When you drive in, check the review for the cops and for the opps
Can't walk up to me, my shooter, he be sendin' shots
I can't go like what's his name, he got lined up by a broad (Turn me up, [?])
[Chorus]
I don't care about the drop, so I'm rollin' 'round with a .50 (Grr)
I don't care about the Glock (Baow), so I'm rollin' 'round with that XD
I don't care about the thot, so why the fuck she tryna text me?
And it's me and Pman (No cap), and he be shootin' like Wayne Gretzky (Grr)
And we up in the staff (Baow), and them thirty clips gettin' emptied
And if I don't got a switch, then best believe I got the semi
[Post-Chorus]
Homicide, homicide, you gon' die if you ain't got your nine
Please don't come outside 'cause we comin' with a nine
[Outro]
Grr (Grr, baow), that Basto Gang (Grr)
Don't get shot in your fuckin' brain, grr
Don't get shot in your fuckin' face (Woah), grr
Grr, grr
