[Into: Trife Da God]
Yeah, (Box of shells)
Yeah grab like two of those, (Put 9 in your clip)
Make sure you get your vest and gloves, And that mask.

[Chorus: Trife Da God]
You don't want no drama,
Cause I'll be forced to hurt you,
So many bullets gon fly, Cause tonight I shootin up your project.

[Trife Da God]
Ayo, Ayo that nigga right there, Son he swearin he hard,
I'll rob his ass without a gun like a security guard,
And I'm fiendin with the eyes of a demon, Pockets is leanin,
Once I get the drop I'm cockin an squeezin, You see me sceamin,
Bitches screamin, Runnin for cover, Dumpin on brothers,
Choose your money or your life dog, It's one or the other,
Man I aint got nothin to loose, Nothin to prove,
Drunk of the booze, My rims is touchin, Huntin this fool,
Now or never, I'm applyin the pressure, I gotta eat,
Tried to hide the chain up under your sweater, I saw the piece,
Hand it over before I gun butt ya and knock out ya teeth,
11:09 son it's bedtime, I'ma rock you to sleep,
Just like a baby, Call me crazy, Cause I take what I want,
That's how I fell, And when it gets real, I'ma take it and run,
No hard feelings on the street pa, Niggas act like you know,
My clip is filled to the top and now I'm lettin it blow.

[Chorus 2X]