M16

M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Oo-woah I don't think they want the beef, 'cause these type of problems ain't finna go away These friends I'm packing with me, remind ya don't ever fuck with Trae (don't ever fuck with Trae) And if these bitches get up in you, ain't no need to pray 'Cause praying with this pain, will have you praying they take you away I still post up, and let niggas know I don't bar a thing I'm gangstafied motherfucker, talk down and watch how I make it rain (watch how I make it rain) And it ain't nothing that can stop it, I promise you that (I promise you that) I put that on the Truth, my brothers and Mr. Fat Pat (yeah) Now if they really want it, these niggas gon have to get it I'm trying to put something on your mind, just so you don't forget it My M-16, will be the reason niggas take a loss When I get it out, just watch how fast this bitch'll rearrange your house The shit I got, will make the laws back up and get the SWAT But even what they got, will give it up 'cause these bullets be hot I'm like original roster, who wanna run with me? (Who wanna run with me) 'Cause what I'm bringing out, don't think they wanna fuck with me M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Oo-woah Ay, I keep a heater, but I'm known for my murder 16s Killer speaker killer beats, so I murder 16s So they M16s, tote a M-16 I call it my bodyguard, 'cause they instincts mean In the streets of the city (city) it ain't no love (love) Them boys'll fuck you quick, without no glove (glove) I'm riding, in haters road blocks (blocks) Them jackers don't stop, they'll blaze your whole spot So a nigga on spot, with the gauges on cock And them Orville Redenbach Glocks, is on pop See P.O.P. I will P-O-P 'Fore I let another mother (mother) squeeze on me In the H to the T-X, you better pray or be X'd They don't play you'll be next, you better raise your protection Yes son, and just to see another day it's a blessing So I keep a weapon, my M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Oo-woah Yeah, is it mi Glock 40? Bump-bump-bump-bump, nope Is it mi .45? Bump-bump-bump-bump, nope Is it me 3-57? Bump-bump-bump-bump, nope (nope) Mi M-16, taping off the murder scene (scene) Inhaling potent doja, with muddy cup of codeine (codeine) Mi people don't even play mi close, 'cause them don't know me (don't know me) Mi no wan no company, mi kick it with mi lonely (lonely) And will murder anyone of you snitches, run up on me (on me) But my grandmother didn't raise a killer, she raised up a Christian But the fact that I was already down, and people kept kicking Made me crazy (crazy) that's why I got no love for nobody lately (lately) And I told y'all once before, none of my weapons have a safety Run up on me once, I'ma beat your ass down Run up on me twice, I'ma heat your ass down Place you in another dimension, nobody can see you now Rest in peace, I'm the king of the streets (yeah) M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Oo-woah M-16, I'm reloading my magazine And I will murder, every bumper clot run Keep my hand, on my gun Oo-woah