200 Round Clip

[Intro] Nigga, don't get it twisted, homie Remember who the fuck I am, nigga Nah fuck that , lemme show you Two-hundred round! [Verse 1] (First gear) I make a murder with 2 hundred rounds of venom, I get in 'em Make you wish you had a wish, your bitches supersoak your denim I be in some sicker shit you wanna bitch about it bring your bitch around and we gon see if she will let you in I make her friend and take her end up on the rubber undercover When I smother anyone give me a minute and some butter I don't talk about it better be about it Never doubt a motherfucker who done spent a gang of time up in the gutter (Switch gears!) Puttin' the work in, ain't no buster Feelin' the rush and put 'em in dust On top of the roof I'm ready to bust I'm choppin' 'em all into minimal nuts And droppin' them all into the bus I fill the streets up with they death, Beretta issue [will I bitch around and put you on the bus?] Quit your bitchin' and your dissin', don't nobody even listen But to mention that you wish you bustin' back to pay attention But you weep before you speak You better be thinkin' about the demon comin' up into the house to meet you with the blade and cut the tension Open 'em up when they mumble a word about the Brainsick, I behave like I ain't got no common sense I mean I'm really on the fence I'll turn your meat up into mince I'm makin' samples out you bitches I'll be damned if I'mma let you go to sleep before I rinse Your blood up on my hand I take you deep into the voodoo ritual You probably thought about it, "shit, I'll diss him in a video And maybe he'll respond and boost my music" And I lose a couple thousand followers And quit your job because you finna blow!