(feat. Mddl Fngz)


[Intro]

Hold up, middle fingers up

Pussy-ass niggaz down nigga (muh'fuckers)

H-Town, Texas stand up, Southwest (uh-huh)

Sunny side, P.A. we up in here

Bun, holla at these motherfuckers (you know'm talkin 'bout?) 



[Verse 1]

Say, nigga you can't run, nigga you can't hide

Know that we got guns, know that we gon' ride

Blow out your insides, and leave ya to rot

Cause when we give it to ya bitch we give you all that we got

Now all it take is one shot to put yo' ass in a ditch

But you gon' get the other forty-nine for bein a bitch

Go to war with the big man when it makes no sense to

Repercussions get extreme when we ride against you

Ain't no movin ya baby mama {?} or your kids

Everybody finna get it for the shit that you did

So when I get to ya crib, better come out swingin

Cause the devil ain't even ready for this hell I'm bringin

We don't want no dope, we don't want no cash

We don't want no excuses, we just want yo' ass

So when that front do' crash, and you see them soldiers

When that gun go flash, don't say that Bun ain't told ya, nigga



[Chorus 2X: Bun B]

If I pull it I'ma pop and be the first one to bust

We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)

First nigga make a move, first nigga hit the dust

We ain't playin wit'chu hoes (retaliation is a must)



[Verse 2]

Yeah, now I stand on my two feet, one clip, two heats

20-shot hollow heads, bitch give me the loose leaf

Fuck beef, I got a K for niggaz

In spots the laws won't find ya for days, my nigga

Southside, young playa full of plots and scams

Show ya how to get ya ovals up and lock the grams

Boys know me in the hood, but not from rappin

Back street trappin, front line, ya boy is a captain

First nigga to shoot, I ain't tryin to talk

Bring the heat to the hospital and finish you off

No life is a tunnel, while I'm rollin with my gun up

Don't get ya bitch gun butt, nigga what'chu want what

It ain't shit to get yo' family touched

Catch a T on the bus and pop a ass like a clutch, nigga

I'm in the game cause I love the rush

Love the bucks, this fans money never enough, nigga



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Uh, hol' up, uhh

Forty-five in the Rover, the K is on my shoulder

Pop yo' bitch-ass, then I go and smoke it over

Niggaz gettin older, but thugs is comin younger

So just in case you wonder I keep a F in the thunder

Nigga you's a blunder, got rocked by the thunder

Cryin to that Bun, but he the reason that we done ya

Gave us the word, said we keep the birds

Beefin is for nerds, I put ya brains on the curb



[Verse 4]

Fucka! Pull ya piece nigga, and watch you rest in it

Come to this clip game, bitch I'm the best in it

Your white flag ya wavin, now it's on, bitch please

All your loved ones houses lookin like swiss cheese

Tried to let ya ass make it, but ya ass act a fool

Now the H.K., the A.K., and the A-R is the tools

All ya homeboys gone and them hoes want less

So tell ya mom and ya sister break out the black dress



[Chorus]