Igotagun

Through my precisions

I'm killing lyrical villain

I'm higher touchin' the ceilin'

I'm willing to f**king win this

I'm in this to finish niggas for dinner

Look out below to your temple (boom)

I call back september october november december

You faggots put on your jackets before it snow in the winter

Rookies and ginger cookies going to school playing hookey

To overlook me

No contest I arm wres monster on his loch ness

Penis hoochies hop up on my crotches

Spotless f**king a conscious goddess

In the darkness is all set I got this

Heartless congress condoms

Working on a topless

The compass is directing secting

I get carried away with the sexting complexing

She's yours I'm annexing

I got a gun (I cock it back)

I got a gun (betta wear your strap)

I got a gun (ni**a don't get clapped)

You better run (see it in my lap)

I got a gun (ni**a got my gun)

I got a gun (ni**a this sh*t fun)

I got a gun (I'm a kill that b**ch)

You better run

Left brain is my lex luger b**ch I'm waka flocka

Over the stove mixing music pasta

Swag me the f**k out I stash my dirty money at casey's house

Put my gold teeth in a vulture's mouth

120 degrees pistol holster's pouch

Radness of warriors jewlery store glory whores

Bloody and lovely wolf gang coyote ugly

I'm a wild animal b**ch I can't be tamed

Or identified or better even named

And ho that's a shame

Shoulda applied more effort in this game

Yeah call me acronym jim keep my beretta and my burgundy tim

Shoot that ni**a make sure he dead

Shoot that ni**a aim for his head

Kill that b**ch and steal her purse

Call everybody here her phone

If that motherf**ka works

Take that b**ch

$40 a month