Wesson

I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson

'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin'

My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson

You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression

I call my MAC-11, "Welcome", wait 'til it greet ya

I pull up to my elementary, flex on my teachers

Who said I should never be a dreamer

Well, now, I'm doin' something and you not, pays to be a believer

They say more money, more checks create the problem

You wouldn't have a problem you off the ones that start 'em

How you talkin' down to me but you was at the bottom?

I was watching your career fall, autumn

Don't talk a lot 'cause I'm a man on a mission

If I'm the best, there can't be competition

Clean the Benz up, watch how it glisten

Know we the G.O.A.T.S, if you would just listen

My circle small unlike the one in your chest

You come for one of us, then nine more coming straight at your neck

We could argue and bicker, but in war, we gon' connect

I be shootin' at your temple like we was some Aztecs

Big chain, gold rope, know I'm down, ten toes

Got me off the Senzu, no, this ain't no pinto

Hasta la vista, best come back with my dough

Or soon you'll see the light, it gon' be when my nine blow (Pilgrim)

I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson

'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin'

My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson

You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression

But like, damn, huh

Pull up with that chopper, get your man, huh

That lil' **** hatin' 'cause you know that he a fan, huh

When Fazo hop up on that beat, that shit, it go bananas

Know I got it on my own, yeah, I ain't take no handouts

Yeah, why you leavin' me?

Six rings, man, I ball like twenty-three

Open up your eyes, girl, and tell me what you see

You didn't wanna fuck with me but you on your knees (On your knees, yeah)

I be doin' all this shit, don't need no sleep

I be grinding, it's like seven days a week

Hit after hit, man, I come in with that heat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Balenci' on the coat the Yeezy on the feet (Yeah)

I can't really fuck with all you lame hoes

They just want that money, that's way it goes (Yeah)

And you really want that smoke, I got that Draco

Know I got a Wesson, let that thing blow

Bullets spraying, where are they at? Move too fast to hit your noggin'

In the same sudden motion, you heard me, your head was bobbin'

Way I pull the trigger, think my gun command me like it's Bop-It

Apple don't fall far from the tree, maybe that's why I'm rotten

To the core, hit the corner store

One dollar Arizona's what I used to drink before

But now I'm makin' hits and hits and music, damn galore

So now you wanna hate in silence like the Cold War

It's aight now, neck full of ice now

Dad in penitentiary, was dreamin' 'bout his life now

Pull up on me, lights out, hatin' now you like now

Only fourteen making bangers, got you like, "How?"

I just pulled up to the east side, but I keep my Wesson

'Fore startin' somethin' boy, learn just who you is testin'

My clip got a degree, teach you a lesson

You ain't gon' make it in life with no aggression