All that woofin, it won’t get you far He really think he hard We slide down his boulevard Call his bluff & pull his card I pull up, he ran & tried to get away B**** they call me hitman Way I shoot is just like NBA Let that boy off house arrest If he was free You know he still wouldn’t leave the house I bet Run up in his house & leave his house a mess How many pills he gonna pop before he run out again? He was put up so we took his friend I aint woopin First we catch em then we shoot em Then we stretch em, keep it movin Brodie hopped up out the Uber Hit his head like he was Wooski Put a vest on ya medulla Now this sh** is gettin spooky This n***** mad over coochie Boy that sh** is goofy We pull up outside his crib B***** my bullets go through bricks Artillery like UFC, my gun it punch & kick He bet not snitch They pick em up, he better close his lips If he don’t he know its clipped If he don’t he know its…