 100-round drum, I don't miss it. Hit his ass up, have his mama throw a bitch fist. Say you want some more pussy, you can hit this. I'm saying, Michigan, I got me a rich bitch. Slide down this block, I'ma knock off the top. I'ma reload the Glock, scratch his name off the hit list. Them niggas be talking and acting like they really outside. You a pussy, boy, stop lying. Me and my niggas reach straight with that gunfire. Call that Mexican OT, make you sweat like a drummer. Me and my niggas banging the same like one car. And I never run unless it's 12 on the front line. Better keep they little pistols, you know that I got mine. Tell my son every day, fire leader, I'm not done. In my hood, I'm connected and good like a stop sign. You not having that shit like you say, boy, stop lying.