Director's Cut Lyrics

It don't gotta be hard, don't put your cards up on the table

Five, five, six, ripped through his stomach

The nigga watching cable

I'm amazing, get pats on the back, like my niggas hazin

Ball heads ripped through his stomach

The body dropped on pavement

You and I, can be the same, if you keep your head up

New standards, I knew I loved money when I seen the check come

Finger fucking I've been dead broke, it wan funny

Old hunnids mixed with blue ones, it's fucking ugly

You'll see me soon, creep through the door, it's Daniel Boone

Monsoon, pussy was wet, hopped in a pool

Light it up, Fourth of July, I'm into lighting stuff

One puff, my four leaves closure, nigga, try your luck

Flash bomb, hand grenade, pistol, what I tote today

The infrared, point out the obvious niggas, a dead giveaway

I'm on the highway, 120, then I doubled it

240, Drop the ball too much, you get to juggling

Eight ball, pool stick, white car, Cool whip

Director's cut, put him in a choke hold