I take these xans with a passion Spazzin in traffic? end of a maverick Pressed to the big bad list of the savage Run it and blast it Fuck em let em have it Jaded I’m feeling I’m over the bullshit Looting shooting functions [?] No turning back I’m gunning it Fuck what the discussions is Talk ends and no plans I’m lost in this bitch Let me rock until they gun me down Running round with loaded rounds In my Gucci linens Lit em off on the women Hit the mistress with the purses And raw dog I’m snatching and smashing on sight No stops at the light Walk to the water I won’t ever fall Ride for your card I’m a piece of shit lunatic Maneuvering through really lucrative foolishness Fucking a pocket, pump and make you drop it Hoe ain’t that what you about Put your hands out I got pieces for you and your block I’m ready on house I need all that I stay quiet Not fucking with me it’s riding time Coming in sketchy like shooters from Columbine Bitch I’m really here from Mars