100 Bulletz - Football Scheme lyrics

Ain't no one in your villa real I went to Man City to test yo heart A desert eagle's what you ought to buy or clearly you've got no smarts You can see us in your crib, what up son I swing a lamp hard, leaving bone shards We k** your young, nanny and her son Bullets bends 'em 'ard, so don't start Your bars caca, you're high as a kite if you're ever dissing my flow You better check yo'self It's a hazard, tryna kick it wit pros Act like the iron robbing, van per-see-say pistols will blow But if I give him ten like Barcelona He'll be lying all messy and missing a toe