[Intro]Pirate!Lets talk about this shit, son[Verse]You know that love that make a nigga slideHop out that whip with that stick and commit a homicideFifty-round clip, and that blick—you can see death in his eyesHe ran of with that work, that's how his love was justifiedListen, he found him with his eyes open and his mouth wiredAnd left him in Jamaica, Queens on the southside (Love)All my niggas movin' that raw hotWe violate, I get you kidnapped and hogtiedMan, them floor seats, ballin' out courtsideWhy you reminiscin'? Talkin' 'bout how ya dawg diedHe copped two, so I toss five—I move like a boss grind22 911 Porsche, limeMe and my snoopy in them streets movin' loopyI'm a shoota, so I shoot you 'fore you shoot meYeah your bitch probably my groupieI don't fuck with these rappers, 'cause they goofyWho made me smack one of these niggas coofies (Smack the shit out one of these niggas, son) yoSee me hoopin' out that hooptieLettin' go that fuckin' lil uzi (Chyeah), boy don't make me make a movieDrippin' in Gucci, my bitch is in the middle of couchie (See?)This Cash Money got me feelin' like TunechiI haunt your house, man that shit could get spookyJust one ounce, boy, look where it took meI learned them routes and look where it took meYou walkin' dead if you think you can book meYou don't want to lose your life for this jewelryOr them couple racks in my AmiriI'll have your body floodin' down the Lake ErieWhile 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 cemetaryI'm the visionaryMan I knew this shit alreadyWhen you touchin' dead presis, niggas out here talkin' hot and heavy (Niggas out here talkin' crazy, son)Till you hit 'em with the DesiMan I got some shit to lift a ChevyWord to the diamonds in beziMan, I [?]I leave the crime scene messy[Outro]Pirate!
