I took a bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresser

Now I′m finna go up on a fuckin' spree (dwilly I′m scared)

I took a bubble bath, and grip my .44 up off the dresserNow I'm finna go up on a fuckin' spree-spree-spree-spree

Ayy, ayy, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha′ trunk

Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy

Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin′, poppin', ′cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in (Ayy)

Can′t stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin' blood, it′s a race and I'm always needin' more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you′re ′bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're ′bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, rock it, suck it

Walk his thirty bullets knock I've got it

Pop it, rock it, shuck it, hundred bands up in my wallet

He be talkin′, talkin', talkin′, take the money from his pockets

Pistol got it, watch it, stop it, watch it, watch it

Where you walkin', little bitch

I don't wanna fuck, I don′t wanna fuck sticks

Pop it out tha′ truck, pop it out tha' truck kiss

Own this .44, I bring the magazine

The paper coming up the blue and green is what you lackin′

I-I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk

Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy

Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin′, poppin', ′cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in (Ayy)

Can't stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin′ blood, it′s a race and I'm always needin′ more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you're ′bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're ′bout to meet the doom

R-Rock steady, Glock heavy, I just wanna get it goin'

Speed it down, now get a grip

Where's my gun? It′s on my hip, off the rip

I just wanna break it down and make it flip

On your block, I′m about to pop it off and make it flop

G-Get it off the get go, I need more money, oh no

I rob the plug and do the dash and hit the gas and almost crash

They never see me coming, I just took 'em by surprise

Little did he even know, he′s about to meet demise

Ayy, I might shoot it, get the .44 and pop tha' trunk

Like what the fuck, these bitches goofy

Do the most, but fuck it, but fuck it

Runnin′, poppin', ′cause I know he wanna try to do shit

Pistol got it, watch it stoppin' bullets, .30 keep it in (Ayy)

Can't stop

I cannot leave a trace, but I think I gotta go

Spillin′ blood, it′s a race and I'm always needin′ more

Homicide on my mind, why you think you're ′bout to die?

See the Freddie in your room and you're ′bout to meet the doom

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm—

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree—

Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, now I'm—

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, spree-spree—