Hmm, yeah, yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Mama come here and sit down, let’s talk
A lot of n***as want my body white chalk, so I’m
Clutchin’ on this forty, hold on and run
That’s enough ammunition for both of us
Swear it’ll only take a minute, I won’t stop shootin’ ’til it finish, yeah
And I don’t wanna see you cry, a lot of f** n***as wanna see me die, so
How does it feel to know
You, you just don’t know, it’s some
Other side of the grave when you slangin’ iron, talk about it
These f** n***as want me dead, two bullets in my head
Doin’ life in fed, f**ed up, pockets in the red
So it’s never a wrong time to slang that iron
And I gotta shoot first ’cause I know that these p**y plottin’ on k**in’ me
And I really don’t feel the way I once felt about school
Man it’s not you, it’s me, I’m
Just so f**ed ’bout this street, whoa-oh-oh
It’s never a wrong time to slang that iron
And I gotta shoot first ’cause I know that these p**y plottin’ on k**in’ me
And I really don’t feel the way I once felt about school
Man it’s not you, it’s me, I’m
Just so f**ed ’bout this street, whoa-oh-oh
And I know it’s hard but I gotta shoot ’em, ain’t no k**in’ me
‘Cause it’s never a wrong time, a wrong time to slang that
Pull up with that Glock, I can bet with thirty shots
And I, I get to shooting, I, I get to shooting
Imagine one of your opps pullin’ up
Wettin’ up your block, and you get popped
I just can’t do it, so sometimes a f** boy gotta die, ooh
Now these n***as dyin’, oh, oh-whoa, oh-whoa
It’s never a wrong time
It’s never a wrong time to slang that iron
And I gotta shoot first ’cause I know that these p**y plottin’ on k**in’ me
And I really don’t feel the way I once felt about school
Man it’s not you, it’s me, I’m
Just so f**ed ’bout this street, whoa-oh-oh
And I know it’s hard but I gotta shoot ’em, ain’t no k**in’ me
‘Cause it’s never a wrong time, a wrong time to slang that iron