BULLETS

He keep on talking, bet you see them bullets flying, people dying, mommas crying, these

females, they be lying

Man, that lil' boy ain't nothing, test my gang and they get wild

My evil twin he'll take your face off, you crack a smile

Ayy, my crew a pop him like a pill and have him tweaking

Man, all that talking put a hole up in his stomach, have him leaking

We shot his eye, now he blind, told him ain't no more seeing

My big bro will beat you up and have you dizzy like you drinking

I got my heater, we shot his mouth, his teeth hurt

That boy small like Peter, we blow him up like a creeper