(feat. Todd Nitty)

Restraint!

Artilerry motherfucker, legit balling bitch but don't get it twisted

Ain't no hoes over here

Yeah, we got guns nigga, aimed at all you hating bitches

From K-Town to the Manor, Holy City to the Wild Hundreds

The war is on, and all my killers is riding

Todd Nitty, what you got for these hoes (click...clock...blast)



[Todd Nitty]

I got that 9 double M glock, with the infrared beam dot

Aiming at your knot, making your heart stop

Yelling out "Fuck Tha Po" who some call it 5-0

Better look out for when they pull that kick door

Nothing but gangstas, thats all who I hang with

Slanging them thangs with, came up in the game with

The fucking hood rats, because them some broke hoes

Me get a rich bitch and stick her for her dough

The Manor in that K-Town, thats how we put it down

Letting off fifty rounds, thats how our shit sound

Artillery up the ass, scullies and ski masks

9's and bubble masks, gunning at your ass

Motherfucking street thugs, legit ballers

Money and the power, moving that flour

Taking no shorts and taking no losses

Hauling niggas asses off in coffins with that..



[hook]



One, two, three, 45.'s,

Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter

Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]



A nigga riding with stealers, hustlers, killers all my life

Legit Ballers bitch, don't even try to fuck with us gangsta's

Because we some mobstas

You come with that bullshit, then pussy I'll pop ya'

See it's that nigga Todd Nitty, that be squeezing triggers like bitches

titties

Who is it, the most left on nigga, they crept on nigga, with that teflon nigga

And it went BLOW! BLOW! body bag that bitch

Sent his