[Intro: Young Bull]
Nigga
(What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?)
(What?)
[Chorus: Young Bull]
Got a pocket full of blues, I'm in my zone
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, fifty shots'll get him gone
Don't play with me, lil' nigga, I'm not the one
Kill a nigga or my dog, I'm John Wick with these guns
Got a pocket full of blues, I'm in my zone
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, fifty shots'll get him gone
Don't play with me, lil' nigga, I'm not the one
Kill a nigga or my dog, I'm John Wick with these guns
[Verse 1: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
Gang and them, I'm flu flammin' with the thugs
Shoes from Neiman's, still walkin' through the mud
Would I be wrong if I up chop and get him gone?
I ain't talkin' to these niggas, niggas hoes
I came with Pippy Long, who want smoke? I'm not the one for it
Caught him slippin' in his slippers, now it's game over
Lame niggas poppin' it, I don't know them niggas
Stinc Team, he mad his main bitch, he mad his main bitch be rollin' for us (You know what's goin' on)
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Homebody, R.I.P. to his son
I start slappin' bitch niggas up for fun
He keep dissin', we gon' pop him in the club
All that who rah shit got him chipped, so what?
Go crazy, I just slayed him with this gun
Gang and them'll chastice him, we don't do no one-on-one
Check my Distro, bitch, it's like 30K this month
Stinc Team, we be on that, these other niggas bunk
Bitch
Nigga
(What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?)
(What?)
[Chorus: Young Bull]
Got a pocket full of blues, I'm in my zone
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, fifty shots'll get him gone
Don't play with me, lil' nigga, I'm not the one
Kill a nigga or my dog, I'm John Wick with these guns
Got a pocket full of blues, I'm in my zone
Wockhardt, Hi-Tech, fifty shots'll get him gone
Don't play with me, lil' nigga, I'm not the one
Kill a nigga or my dog, I'm John Wick with these guns
[Verse 1: Duffy & Blue Pesos]
Gang and them, I'm flu flammin' with the thugs
Shoes from Neiman's, still walkin' through the mud
Would I be wrong if I up chop and get him gone?
I ain't talkin' to these niggas, niggas hoes
I came with Pippy Long, who want smoke? I'm not the one for it
Caught him slippin' in his slippers, now it's game over
Lame niggas poppin' it, I don't know them niggas
Stinc Team, he mad his main bitch, he mad his main bitch be rollin' for us (You know what's goin' on)
[Verse 2: Blue Pesos]
Homebody, R.I.P. to his son
I start slappin' bitch niggas up for fun
He keep dissin', we gon' pop him in the club
All that who rah shit got him chipped, so what?
Go crazy, I just slayed him with this gun
Gang and them'll chastice him, we don't do no one-on-one
Check my Distro, bitch, it's like 30K this month
Stinc Team, we be on that, these other niggas bunk
Bitch
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