I touch the road, I'm gonna kill a couple stooges
Humble gun, we grumble, we knock, yeah, give no food
Sight him starting coke in the corner, moving the loose
Pop on the gun in a drama, him start to shoot
Yo, look over me shoulder, inform I can spread the news
What I behold, boys in camouflage and a blues
Tunnel upon them, me kill a dozen of them too
Jump in a taxi cab, I tell the cab man say move
Rounds in my rounds, screw him, I screw my dresser
Muscle up in that W, I kill time to skew