WMD Lyrics

We knew the world would not be the same

Few people laughed

Few people cried

Most people were silent

Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds

Yeah, damn this shit could get bad

No, I don't rock no FMJ got hollow tips in my mag

Pop me a X when I hop off the plane give a fuck bout no jet lag

Have my young nigga come blow out yo brain he'll do that for a lil' bag

Pull up to the spot in a all black Mustang no this not no Jag

Yeah, I just got this shit off the lot so you know I got brand new tags

Tell that boy you can't come round here no I can't fuck with no fag

If that nigga got a problem with that get blown up like Baghdad

His lil' bitch be fuckin' with us so I know why he so mad

Shawty ain't sayin' nothin' bout you when she was over here shakin' that ass

Pussy ass nigga wanna do somethin' bout it push up I'm ready to crash

But I know that nigga, he scary as fuck that nigga not ready to clash

Call my boy to come blow shit up he'll do that shit with no mask

Yeah, I might just shoot him in the leg so a nigga can't run too fast

Fuck that, might just shoot him in the face he'll need way more than a cast

Gave her some X took her back to my place now that lil' bitch havin' a blast

Nigga might as well just stay out this race cause you know that boy gettin passed

If i don't got my Glock then I got my knife so a nigga gettin slashed

At the end of the day I'm not finna fight so you might as well just get back

I don't know what the fuck be wrong with these niggas, they probably ain't got no dad

Put a lil' bitch in all black Chanel boots she ain't wearin' no rags

Come this way I could change your whole damn life and that's just facts

I can show you what you worth

And tell you how to get them racks

Can't go out like no bitch so I came in the spot with two guns, like Max

Y'all be smokin' that weak-ass bud I only be smokin' on wax

Most of these niggas be lookin' for blood so you know we gotta watch your backs

We got to sendin them slugs

make a lil' boy run track

Niggas still sellin' them bubs

Know that lil' shit wack

Yeah, damn this shit could get bad

No, I don't rock no FMJ got hollow tips in my mag

Pop me a X when I hop off the plane give a fuck bout no jet lag

Have my young nigga come blow out yo brain he'll do that for a lil' bag

Pull up to the spot in a all black Mustang no this not no Jag

Yeah, I just got this shit off the lot so you know I got brand new tags Tell that boy you can't come round here no I can't fuck with no fag

If that nigga got a problem with that get blown up like Baghdad

Yeah, I love my Glock

but now I gotta get me some big shit

Might not let a bitch fuck

but she can eat me up like a picnic

Shawty done fucked the whole gang you can keep that pussy no I'm not lickin' it

I don't know what it is about it but I just can't get with that shit

Yeah, i done fell in love with the violence so you know I came with a stick

Yeah, I got his bitch on the island drunk as fuck she showin' them tits

Yeah, my boy he shoot at his eye lid nigga got range like he play for the Knicks

Now that lil' boy he look like pirate I suggest you get that shit fixed

My lil' bro he whip up da pyrex so them junkies can get a lil' fix

Yeah, you know them niggas will buy that it's like they medicine but they ain't sick

That's yo' house? my nigga

will fry that he don't give a fuck about none of them kids

Me and my boys we comin like Skynet yeah my niggas all over the grid