Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag, all the guns I had
Sippin Granddad, bout to make his momma sad
I cant stand him and I dont know him
And he dont even know Im bout to blow him, bout to show him
What goes around comes around, he shouldve thought about it
Now he got to talk to God about it
I mean this, nothing between this four-fifth and the head center
I got a scope with the infa
Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet they fate
The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker
And he parkin, pass the gat, Im bout to spark him
Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
Hey, playboy!