WMD

We knew the world would not be the same
Few people laughed
Few people cried
Most people were silent
Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds
Yeah, damn this shit could get bad
No, I don't rock no FMJ got hollow tips in my mag
Pop me a X when I hop off the plane give a fuck bout no jet lag
Have my young nigga come blow out yo brain he'll do that for a lil' bag
Pull up to the spot in a all black Mustang no this not no Jag
Yeah, I just got this shit off the lot so you know I got brand new tags
Tell that boy you can't come round here no I can't fuck with no fag
If that nigga got a problem with that get blown up like Baghdad
His lil' bitch be fuckin' with us so I know why he so mad
Shawty ain't sayin' nothin' bout you when she was over here shakin' that ass
Pussy ass nigga wanna do somethin' bout it push up I'm ready to crash
But I know that nigga, he scary as fuck that nigga not ready to clash
Call my boy to come blow shit up he'll do that shit with no mask
Yeah, I might just shoot him in the leg so a nigga can't run too fast
Fuck that, might just shoot him in the face he'll need way more than a cast
Gave her some X took her back to my place now that lil' bitch havin' a blast
Nigga might as well just stay out this race cause you know that boy gettin passed
If i don't got my Glock then I got my knife so a nigga gettin slashed
At the end of the day I'm not finna fight so you might as well just get back
I don't know what the fuck be wrong with these niggas, they probably ain't got no dad
Put a lil' bitch in all black Chanel boots she ain't wearin' no rags
Come this way I could change your whole damn life and that's just facts
I can show you what you worth
And tell you how to get them racks
Can't go out like no bitch so I came in the spot with two guns, like Max
Y'all be smokin' that weak-ass bud I only be smokin' on wax
Most of these niggas be lookin' for blood so you know we gotta watch your backs
We got to sendin them slugs
make a lil' boy run track
Niggas still sellin' them bubs
Know that lil' shit wack
Yeah, damn this shit could get bad
No, I don't rock no FMJ got hollow tips in my mag
Pop me a X when I hop off the plane give a fuck bout no jet lag
Have my young nigga come blow out yo brain he'll do that for a lil' bag
Pull up to the spot in a all black Mustang no this not no Jag
Yeah, I just got this shit off the lot so you know I got brand new tags Tell that boy you can't come round here no I can't fuck with no fag
If that nigga got a problem with that get blown up like Baghdad
Yeah, I love my Glock
but now I gotta get me some big shit
Might not let a bitch fuck
but she can eat me up like a picnic
Shawty done fucked the whole gang you can keep that pussy no I'm not lickin' it
I don't know what it is about it but I just can't get with that shit
Yeah, i done fell in love with the violence so you know I came with a stick
Yeah, I got his bitch on the island drunk as fuck she showin' them tits
Yeah, my boy he shoot at his eye lid nigga got range like he play for the Knicks
Now that lil' boy he look like pirate I suggest you get that shit fixed
My lil' bro he whip up da pyrex so them junkies can get a lil' fix
Yeah, you know them niggas will buy that it's like they medicine but they ain't sick
That's yo' house? my nigga
will fry that he don't give a fuck about none of them kids
Me and my boys we comin like Skynet yeah my niggas all over the grid