This is a song about "Shoot that nigga wit a gat"

Man, fuckin wit dis nigga get them bitches giddy

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You a little nigga that cant even compete

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

That type of shit make a nigga crazy

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame