Weapon X Lyrics

Ay, meet the pussy nine times, kill it, it got eight lives

Niggas talk to me, but I don't really like to waste time

MGM belt, got it tucked under the waistline

Broady did the dash, the way he drivin down that baseline

Ay, ay, couldn't breathe yet, that nigga need to tap out

Pull up to her crib, that shi lookin like the crack house

His girl ran by, uh, damn, bitch

I guess you need to fuck again

Runnin up my back with the stacks, guess I'm done again

Niggas goin back and they be talkin with the fun of it

Nigga goin crazy when I'm wit a back, I'm runnin it

Oh, fuck, I just ran back, right, got a whole brick

Niggas talkin whole shit, nigga use a whole bitch

Ay, ay, brown bag round his head like he on a field trip

Use the royal flush cause I'm always on some real shit

Suppress the silencer and make a nigga shut up real quick

Never trust a ho, I just gave her ass a real tip

Do you feel this fire in his eyes? Put a can and make him seal it

Bitches on my hook, I just really need to real it

Count up dollar signs, got me feelin like I'm Matt Ox

Get your best five, try to beat us like it's blacktop

When he off the za, start shootin like it's black opps

Countin down the clock like I'ma get my shot off

Nigga wanna be me, but I swear he just a knockoff

Half these niggas my sons, leave em at the drop off

And I get this top off, ay