[Intro]
Pirate!
Lets talk about this shit, son
[Verse]
You know that love that make a nigga slide
Hop out that whip with that stick and commit a homicide
Fifty-round clip, and that blick—you can see death in his eyes
He ran of with that work, that's how his love was justified
Listen, he found him with his eyes open and his mouth wired
And left him in Jamaica, Queens on the southside (Love)
All my niggas movin' that raw hot
We violate, I get you kidnapped and hogtied
Man, them floor seats, ballin' out courtside
Why you reminiscin'? Talkin' 'bout how ya dawg died
He copped two, so I toss five—I move like a boss grind
22 911 Porsche, lime
Me and my snoopy in them streets movin' loopy
I'm a shoota, so I shoot you 'fore you shoot me
Yeah your bitch probably my groupie
I don't fuck with these rappers, 'cause they goofy
Who made me smack one of these niggas coofies (Smack the shit out one of these niggas, son) yo
See me hoopin' out that hooptie
Lettin' go that fuckin' lil uzi (Chyeah), boy don't make me make a movie
Drippin' in Gucci, my bitch is in the middle of couchie (See?)
This Cash Money got me feelin' like Tunechi
I haunt your house, man that shit could get spooky
Just one ounce, boy, look where it took me
I learned them routes and look where it took me
You walkin' dead if you think you can book me
You don't want to lose your life for this jewelry
Or them couple racks in my Amiri
I'll have your body floodin' down the Lake Erie
While I'm ridin' 'round in that 7 Series (Yo)
Shit get scary when I up the Draco out that Burberry just to send a nigga to the cemetary
I'm the visionary
Man I knew this shit already
When you touchin' dead presis, niggas out here talkin' hot and heavy (Niggas out here talkin' crazy, son)
Till you hit 'em with the Desi
Man I got some shit to lift a Chevy
Word to the diamonds in bezi
Man, I [?]
I leave the crime scene messy
[Outro]
Pirate!
