I cant not stop i keep on busting my gun
I cant be seeing myself stop until the feeling of calm
This ain't no sitcom ,yo income
Fool i have you seeing
Mask on my face so no idenity they seeing
The enemies me and the six triple triple six
Picture beeing face to face wit the forty b**h
One gee of that cash flow try to escape got to charge a hoe
44 in the middle b**h your life is said
Imma f**ing let this ruger go
It aint no thin line cuz a don't love but plenty hate
When i come at your door imma take this mask up off my face
We ain't gone ring your doorbell just a couple of knocks
When we see your presence your f**ing heart is going to stop.