Verse One:



Yo Yo I launch lyrics like missles

Fully armed like pistols

Shells whistle (whoooosh)

Im tryin to make you miss though

If you come across my path you better tip-toe

Cuz bomb threat, Im Mr. Wolf, who damn sure let the clips go

Its a cold game

Cold mane chizm

I fit the rhythm

Same time I gave you some wisdom

You cant fuck wit the Jesus

You'll have better luck in the casino

At reno

Playin keno

Im like battery acid in your ass

Cuz you cant see me

Even if I stood on your bottom eyelid

I drob heavy like avalanches

To make the Earth quake

Try touching skills

You wont see ya next birthday

Im shutting shit down

At five tornado

When i blow shit down

Chrome pro 4-pound

Securing all grounds

With these bomb type sounds

You feel a couple of rounds

Now you lost and found



Chorus (X2):



All my niggas if you down to wild it up

And you with me holla back

OOH OOH

And its like that



All my bitches if you down to make it hot

And you feel me holla back

HANGMEN

And its like that



(2 Spanish men talking):

Bly bezel

Nah hey gay

Coosombi diablo gigo

Keno blada

Si ooges gado tengo

Nah ha no

Ho day hombre no tengo

Hoy meng da me la



Verse Two:



Nigga getcha gun quick

Casino coming for your whole clique

Brought down

I told you we dont fuck around

What type of niggas do you think we are

Shit, we the type of niggas leave you dead in your car

(Know what I mean) Huh

I be catching niggas sleeping all the time

Till I run up on they ass with a Smith and Wess nickel nine



Ima catch you one day

Nigga you dont want no gun play