pull out my 44

Laying down on the floor
Saw the boy that I know
Oh, oh, oh
Make me pull out my .44
Oh, oh, oh
Oh no, oh no

Look, run up, get done up
And if you done up, get gunned up
Go wire, bleed out your stomach
I'm steady rollin' my blunt up
See I'm the king of the jungle
And if you want it, let's rumble
My bullets swingin' like thunder
Leavin' you six feet under
Pushin' bullets in Calicos, semi-autos and .44s
You don't want none
Homie, how does this song go?
Hood riot, Texas finest riot
If you see me in my free-to-diamond blinding riot
I say I walk like a gangster
Talk like a gangster
You know who from rapping and I'm far from a waist-er
That's what it was
Big whip ridin' from Texas to Louisiana
Bullet flippin' riot
Oh no

I can't take this shit no more
Bitches and niggas tryna play a nigga for hoe
And if I get you, I'ma make you die slow
Bleed out on the block until they say oh no

Oh, oh, oh
Make me pull out my .44
Oh, oh, oh
Oh no, oh no