Point Blank

Five Ten's Twenties yeah, we countin' them

Nothin' but some hitters, they surroundin' him

Jump in that water, we ain't drownin' him

I'm climbin' out the bottom, so I'm clownin' him

I don't give no fucks, I might go celibate

Buddy off the percs, sweatin' hard, he a gremlin

If I steal some guns, I ain't keepin' em, I'm sellin' em

When I get that new whip, I ain't puttin' no ceiling in

I was hot-headed, always had a temper I be swellin' up

Loud money barking up a storm hit the telly up