A real killas favorite gun, the one that drop shells/
38 revolver, six shot, kiss and don't tell/
Stop, drop, and roll, don't get caught up in this crossfire/
It's wartime, we really took more than we lost ours/
One of us vs. three of y'all, back to back funerals/
You ever lost a best friend? The trauma it a do to ya/
Gotta watch yo back, yo own homies, they a set you up/
I still keep a pistol on probation, I don't give a fuck/
Every time I run into an enemy, I light him up/
Ask about me, Baby Face, I'm really down to shoot a face/
I don't do the Twitter beef, so miss me with the sneak dissing/
Cold with the left hook, leave a nigga teeth missing/
40 got a heat sensor, catch him if he try to hide/
Closed casket services, leave a mama traumatized/
Stacey Adams type of guy but catch me in the crevices/
Something bout that chop got a nigga feeling devilish/
Leave a nigga heaven sent for thinking he can play with me/
Sounding like a thunderstorm, when I let the kater speak/
I...leave a nigga heaven sent for thinking he can play with me/
Sounding like a thunderstorm, when I let the kater speak/