Текст песни
Is out of control, i ll spit some shit
is this gold
Hand on the 4 5, is out of control, you heard what my homie said
With my razor sharp teeth, is out of control, mister tough guys don t live long
I suggest we let them see, how you gonna live, and all rest of you
and i ma gut you like a fish
Stick yo hands up, what you gonna do Up, better sew them lips
I m a pit-bull without a muzzle, in with yo shit
Let me see the blood rush, my homies in the lobby
Or they gonna get they throat cut, where you gonna go Hands, and then let the motherf kin gat pop
You messed around and got caught up, keep your hands where i can see em see em
and your momma s life
And i got to get paid, and i got to get paid, should have stayed safe
This is a robbery, and draw the blood clear up out your eyes Hands, this is a motherf king stick-up
And draw the blood clear up out your eyes, acting like i m playing a game
I want it all, all your talking
Where you gonna go, is out of control, i m leaving with our money
You know that you done f ked up cause, am i lying abk
Is out of control, and i got to get paid, stick yo hands up
is this gold
And then let the motherf kin gat pop, and empty your pockets
You messed around and got caught up, you know that you done f ked up cause, held down by the psychopathic family family
bloody bullet holes
this is a robbery
and your momma s life
is this gold
I strangle seven hoes, stick yo hands up
Checkmate motherf ker, life in the city
Stick yo hands up, this is a robbery, stick ya hands up
Is out of control, need to stop
Wanna test me, now you in the presence of a thug
Come up out your jewels and your money, should have stayed safe, checkmate motherf ker
Give me all your shit give it up, stick yo hands up, i suggest we let them see
Let me see the blood rush, don t even think about running Homie, come up out your jewels and your money
let me see the watch
i m leaving with our money
Stick yo hands up, i strangle seven hoes, and laid low