Please don't make me

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

Stuck in the bottom of the bottom, nigga

You don't want no problems 'cause

I'm gon' to get 'em, got 'em

Beam down, red dot 'em, I'm serving Red Robins

Just as soon as I spot 'em, adios, he hauled it

You know Fatt, he 'bought it, matter fact, reroute it

'Fore I send them bullets flyin'

crashin' like I killed the pilot

They gon' have to X-File it, another nigga missing

Where he at? Shit, I don't know, Tupelo, Mississippi

Hey, somebody better help him or they gon' have to ship him

To the ER to see Abby, baby girl gon' snitch him

Throwing hundreds like I'm pitchin'

I got it, I'm a rich one

Bet whatever I'm leaving this motherfucker with a thick one

I don't know you, bitch, you trippin'

bust this nut and I'm dippin'

Out of sight, out of mind, another fucking dimension

I'm a nut with this pimpin', hit it up, Hoover Crippin'

Shawty motherfuckin' Fatt, the potbelly mack back

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off that safety

Killers on front street, 'Bama gone crazy

This the shit they did to me, that's the shit that made me

Weezy threw a pack out

I ran it up through 8th Street (Gone)

Bought it out by carvin', dodging black Chargers

Made it out the mud puddle, now I hustle smarter

Ran up with them sticks out, boy

you know what this 'bout (What?)

New rock, kilos stuffed in the tube sock

Straight drop, I'm hungry whether I ate or not

It's fuck cops, a hundred orders on my block

It's no stress, I done this shit here with no sweat

Big TEC, pussy boy, shoot at your neck

No flex, I really brought it up out the 'jects

No test, we really at it so cut the check

What's next? A hundred shooters with no vest

No warning, a few killers with no regrets

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

I've been in the back

back of that Pontiac, wearin' all black

Sittin' with a bag of smack, a duffel bag of dope

A nickelbag of funk, two gats, and a dimebag of crack

Shawty Fatt, nothin' but trouble, Big Henri

Yeah, motherfucker, these pockets gotta get filled up

So I got the box if you got the bubble

Chevrolet, several day, every day

Up them streets, them boys, they peddlin'

Turn that stomach upside down with violence

that's unsettling

Ten toes down since they found prints of the brown Timbs

In the ground with rounds spit from pistol meddlin'

Creek Water, bitch, made on South Eleventh

Oakley or States, bitch, 231 shit

Trunk Muzik, goddamnit, pop the trunk and didn't panic

Waldon Park, took that shit to another planet

So fuck you if you hatin', homie

I got all this credit on me

The streets are like wipers zonin'

twistin' verses, Rigatoni

Sick of phonies but I never get lonely

they keepin' my violet

And ever since Fatt closed his eyelids

he became my pilot, yeah

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

Please don't make me take off the safety

I run things, see, things don't run me

We slum