[Chorus 1: Bump J]
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em
[Verse 1: Bump J]
Yeah, yeah (Muder stuff)
Made a hundred thousand in public housin'
This place ain't Erica's
The court got a shortage in the money counter (Blood money)
I ain't sayin' shit to you 'til you get my lawyer down here (Fucked up)
Drum on the .6, Oricas, we in war around here (Bah, bah)
Buy me time, feds snatch you niggas out of encore (Free the guys)
We ain't come to talk, what the fuck you think about guns and gore?
Clappin' at you like I want a encore (Want a encore)
Mad ass scratch, now I chop you down like a lawnmower
Them bricks get shipped up, taped with the bubble wrap (Better know that)
And imma hammer on the fish scale, we'll double that (Stain, stain)
Them nickel bags gon' stuff 'em (Doin' numbers)
The bitch nigga was gon' headshot him like, "Bah!"
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em
You know I'm a monster, shooters on my roster (Boom, boom)
Every time we pop up, we come with them choppas (Rrrah)
And every time we pop some, they be pickin' opps off
So miss me with the gossip
Catch us outside, we boss 'em
[Verse 1: Bump J]
Yeah, yeah (Muder stuff)
Made a hundred thousand in public housin'
This place ain't Erica's
The court got a shortage in the money counter (Blood money)
I ain't sayin' shit to you 'til you get my lawyer down here (Fucked up)
Drum on the .6, Oricas, we in war around here (Bah, bah)
Buy me time, feds snatch you niggas out of encore (Free the guys)
We ain't come to talk, what the fuck you think about guns and gore?
Clappin' at you like I want a encore (Want a encore)
Mad ass scratch, now I chop you down like a lawnmower
Them bricks get shipped up, taped with the bubble wrap (Better know that)
And imma hammer on the fish scale, we'll double that (Stain, stain)
Them nickel bags gon' stuff 'em (Doin' numbers)
The bitch nigga was gon' headshot him like, "Bah!"
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