Songtext:
Bitch ass nigga, yo it's time to pull the trigga Rote Folien I might be small, but fuck with bein bigga Niggaz wanna throw with that bullshit but step aside Pull out the four-five, and kill him motherfuckin dead Pump his ass with lead Never fakin moves, motherfucker run the jewels Buckwild, blowin niggaz out the frame Matter fact, don't call me shorty, kid you know my name So next time, you see me, you better duck me cause I don't give a fuck G Catch wreck with the tec then I'm out like quick sex Who's next, bitch ass nigga?
Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (4X)
Kick it when I'm wicked and all smoked out The little nigga that gets on your nerves so read about You say yo shorty trauma, what's all the drama? I shoot em up like their last name was Farmer Shorty got the death wish, I wish to die But when I try, it just goes by You couldn't kill me because I can't kill myself And if I got beef then I got it for self And if I catch a body, I catch it for self To me, murder is good for the health Little man paranoid, Mr. Schizophrenic Thirty-five niggaz wanna funk, don't panic Just shoot a head up, or take your beatin like a man Or pull a burner if you want a longer lifespan That's how I see it if I gotta die so be it But maybe one day, my luck'll run out though Until then, I couldn't give a FUCK yo Little shorty one time, I'm goin all out for mines cause there won't be a next time So what you wanna do punk, back up a little Gimme some space, I'm hittin hearts, street sweeper A little crazed nigga from the streets Raised in the ghetto, I'm puttin out heads yo I'm open, time to catch wreck, put em in check Snap his neck, grab his loot then jet Who's next to be a victim - easily ripped up Get ready to run when I ripped em Drop to the floor, feel the wrath of the drug war Call me a thug who gets buck when I want more Maniac react with a tec 9 Hit me up now cause there won't be a next time Nah you don't want none
Bitch ass nigga - nah you don't want none (6X)
Who's that nigga standin with the jewels? Throw on my hood, cock back the tool Just to get a rep, yea you god damn right Just lick lick shots cause I don't fuck with fights Back on the ave, and five-oh arrive Chalk on the ground where the motherfucker died Niggaz know who did it but ain't nobody snitchin No word of to myself, if they do, I'm flippin the script Settin it off, yo, put em in a dopefiend and cut em up like protein The Lord of criminal juvenile crimes committed Set it some bitch-ass nigga, I'm widdit You couldn't fuck with the skills of the five foot And all it takes is a set to get your crew shook You're fucked up, kid your rap styles sucks I'm bustin niggaz, like my first nut Should I pull the trigga Huh, no question
