| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out |
| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah) |
| Ask around, I’m what they call a hooli' (Goonie) |
| Really with that gunplay, I play Call of Duty (I'm with the games) |
| I’m solid as a rock so it’s hard to move me (Filayo) |
| I could turn your fuckin' block into a horror movie |
| I palm the Uzi and start sparkin', just start chalkin' |
| All the neighbors heard when the kids scream and the dogs barkin' (Shut the |
| fuck up) |
| How you rap street with no rap sheet? |
| I’m the black sheep if you ask me |
| You were dozin', probably, I own a shotty, put holes in bodies |
| Quick to fold somebody, just ask them niggas, they know my body |
| I roll up calmly, I’m jumpin' out, the pump is out |
| Start dumpin' out, guaranteed to knock somethin' out |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out |
| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah) |
| Catch you slippin' on banana peel (You fuckin' monkey) |
| I’m runnin' down, pistol whip you, how this ammo feel |
| My body numb, and I ain’t on the pill (Fuck you talkin' 'bout) |
| 'Bout to catch a body and it’s time to drill |
| I got the drop, don’t drop the ball, he 'bout to score |
| He 'bout to dog, one to his head, no Tylenol (Hit that nigga) |
| He try to fall, one to his gut’ll lift him up (Fuck you goin'?) |
| His eyes shut, the paramedics’ll pick him up (We out, we out) |
| As for his bitch, she lime and shit, now she get hit (hit that bitch) |
| No witnesses, caught her in the crib in front the kids |
| They started screamin', my inner demon won’t let me leave 'em (Should I do it?) |
| I started squeezin', forgive me, Jesus, I left 'em leakin' |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I catch you slippin', I’ma send your ass to God, nigga |
| And I ain’t shootin' from no car, nigga |
| I’m steppin' out, yeah, I’m steppin' out |
| With my weapon out, yeah, I’m steppin' out (Yeah) |