Take them out, take them out, bring them out, dead, dead
Shine them up, shine them up, shine them up all
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind, it's all about
Material, razor, plate, you see your profit rising
Still learning the algorithms and monetizing
Knocking down in the mumble, rapping the harmonizing
Four fathers of rap, I'm apologizing
Been quiet, ain't nobody really dropping
A couple funerals will get the city back popping
A nine on the dope will get the city back hopping
If you see me in the club, I got the pretty black glock in
Yeah, so don't get too feisty
Cause I throw the stocking over the pooch heisty
My best advice to you is move lightly
Step ready on your heels, you too icy
All tough guys play the bathroom
They looking for fire, I put the gas to them
Bullshitting while I'm trying to talk cash to them
Especially since the corner's the new classroom
Congratulations, jail of death is graduation
It all really depends on your infatuation
This is D-Boy Pimmins *
Brunch with the plug, C-Bash, finish this
Yeah, real intimate
Cigar in a glass of vino, big business *
Take em out, take em out, bring em back dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em bro
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind, it's all about club
Take em out, take em out, bring em back dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em bro
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind, it's all about club
* friends, only hit Butch if you talking cash
I pull up close like I got a handicap parking pass
You broke walking ass, I broke off a half
Then sold it before it show, with my coke talking ass
My dial like all paper, I ball like Walt Disney Cross
With Walt Frazier, we'll go yard wallpaper
Niggas singing melodies, no telling these fans
Like stop unless you gazelle to me
The Butch are coming nigga, from Buffalo
Where the hammers and the bullets is cheap
And the beef don't never rest until you put it to sleep
It's Butch
Take em out, take em out, bring em back dead
Take em out, take em out, bring em back dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em bro
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind, it's all about club
Take em out, take em out, bring em back dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em bro
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind, it's all about club
You don't * with the wrong one, but it's all good
Bust out the wrong gun, cause it's all wood
Life is like a box of chocolate, covered in *
It's like they never seem to warn you
How scary it gets
See, I try to understand why niggas do the things they do
Say the things they say, move the way they move
Drink the way they drink, chew the way they chew
I just bought a homie and the bullet is the proof
See, this the * that make the party hot
* that make your body drop
* that make your body shake
Probably get you molly white
Simba, who got the keys to my beema
Pretty face, slim waist, ass fatter than Selena
Dark girl, real tall, break necks, have you seen her?
When I make them beat the, like he a cannabis eater
You know what they're doing me
Frighten me up, I'm not gonna let you go
Like you cool with me
Tricking niggas, robbing niggas, this ain't nothing new
Man, you's a bitch
Coming round with the same *
On the same corner, with the same dress
It's really * up my nerves
Cause I'm trying to understand
How you looking in that mirror and believe that you're a man
See, this the * that make your party hot
* that make your body drop
* that get your body shaking
* that get you molly white
Drink em up, drink em up, drink em up, dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em up
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your money, it's all a pack
Bringing them out dead
Take em out, take em out, bring em out
Dead
Shot em up, shot em up, shot em up
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your money is also about the fight
Bring em out dead
Shot em in the head
Three four
Here we go
Here we go
Here we go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Y'all man