Come Off Dat Gangsta Boo & BeatKing

[Verse 1: Gangsta Boo]
Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse
The Walking Dead I'm so so scared
And I don't know how to get up out this bitch
As I creep these ghetto streets looking for a feast
Some may bleed cause my eyes are red
Hail Mary me
Look up at the sky
Nigga it's do or diz-ie
I did not make up the rules
I don't wanna lose my cool, don't be playin' when shit hits the fan
Better drop it off and then strip me on demand
This be that gangsta music, that make the bitches lose it
But it's all good cause I grew up on that hood shit
Started out at 14 when I joined the Triple Six
Bitches be hating cause' we be so paid and it's
Hard not to kill all you pussy hoes hatin' the hollerin' be hardly the
One not do it not claim I'll kill you but it's nothin' to it!

[Hook]
Just come off of dat paper bitch
Just come of dat paper bitch
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come of dat paper bitch
Just come of dat paper bitch