Too many shooters in my call log.

Way too many for me just to call off

Too many shooters in my call log.

Stay on the way.

Way too many for me just to call off

Too many hitters.

War is all they want.

Murder is all they know.

Ain't no negotiating nothing.

You owe them knowing they gonna come and take it back in blood.

By the grace of God, you gonna make it back in what?

Hit them, send them mass right between a set of lungs.

I told a stupid appetite.

Now you lunch.

You know, I ain't go to

Never spell.

So beef and wood screen to leave them on the road.

Don't play no games already.

No, my pedigree.

Graduated to a shooter from a petty thief.

Things ringing, sounding like the never cease.

Mimi, where 211-187 me?

Picked you up for questioning, the answer always wasn't me.

Tell them that it was pick a box and a reef.

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call all

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call all

Just be patient Hope you know you like Brother Tencent Slug

Gettin' drugged over drugs Pesticide Gettin' wide with the bugs

Now I'm ridin', gettin' high, hidin' from the fuzz Sellin' raw till I catch a kingpin charge Lookin' at twenty flats when the Mack discharge

Whole squad, team, car, beam, Don't ask, cause it's hard to explain these things

Man, there's so much going on behind the scenes Triple homicides in front of kids in triple beams

Pistol in my pocket, bustin', rippin' through the seams Blum, blum, blums, all you hear through the screams

White chalk line, all you seein' through the leaves Cocaine in my blood, invadin' all my weed Too many shooters in my car, Lord

Way too many for me just to call off

Too many shooters in my car, Lord.

Way too many for me just to call off.

I love you, bitch.