.556 (Intro) lyrics

Look, n*gga... don't ask me sh*t; I don't know, I don't wanna know, and even if I did know I still wouldn't tell you sh*t...

Up the glick fast and f*ck and shoot it
Fresh as f*ck in my Audi, booted
Crack the wokesha and pour a deuce
Never seen you trap, n*gga I'm living proof
I don't lie, I only tell the truth
Unless my b*tch ask me if I'm on the boot
I ain't take two percs, I took a few
b*tches had me bussin through the roof
I don't wanna talk with no n*gga
I was raised 'round dope dealers
My momma and my daddy sold dope
This the only thing them n*ggas know
Turn the stove on, scrape the bowl
Watch the window, look for patrol
When I jumped off the porch, I sold my soul
For a 31 and a big ass pole
8th grade, robbing n*ggas for their gold
9th grade, I ain't going to school no more
Used to wake up early in the morning
Me and BK go and kick a door
You can't pay me to trust a soul
Use your wrist, use your elbow
I can't stand a nagging ass hoe
Trap jump like Eddie G on the rope
5.56 blow you across the coast
5.56 break a n*gga nose
5.56'll take your soul
5.56 hit you, you ain't going home
5.56'll take your heart
5.56, it's like Steven Seagal
Had grams of wedding cake and a Cuban cigar
I don't trust n*ggas, they move like the narcs
Don't jump in the water if you ain't a shark
I'm in the back like Rosa Parks
5.56 hit your baby mom
I feel like Moses parting the sea
5.56 chop down a tree
5.56 break a n*gga knee
You say you 'bout that, we gone see
In the trap I be all I could be
Knew how to count money before I knew how to read
5.56 take a b*tch off her feet
5.56 knock a b*tch out her jeans
5.56 hit more holes than Charlie Sheen
5.56, this sh*t I couldn't believe
Knock a b*tch wig off, E-V-E
Papi need his own DVD
Who the f*ck is that behind my V?
Keep getting followed by RPD
I shoot this b*tch like RG3
b*tch keep talking 'bout she hungry
Got 5 dollar off of ?
If I ain't talking to you b*tch, don't speak
5.56 knock out a b*tch teeth
I get caught with this, it's more time than Meech
They ain't ever gone let Papi free
5.56 go through the State
5.56 to the DA
5.56 go through the judge
Papi really came out the mud
My plug talking 'bout raising the numbers up
5.56 go through the plug
You can die from showing love
I shoot a n*gga 'fore I dap him up
5.56 go through your mug
5.56 with me in the club
5.56'll pack a n*gga up
Paramedics gotta wrap a n*gga up
5.56'll back a n*gga up
Stop all that fraudulent acting tough
Crying like a b*tch when they put on the cuffs
I don't give a f*ck, if it's up it's up
5.56 go through your b*tch
5.56 go through your whip
You can ask anybody, they'll tell you I'm with the sh*t
5.56 with whoever you get
5.56 go through all kinds of sh*t
Selling dope, robbing, all kinds of sh*t
5.56 where your mama live
Papi cook dope, got the benihana wrist
I work my wrist, it's magical
I ain't wanna rob you, but I had to do it
I'm on the stove, put my back into it
This sh*t's so easy, Shaq could do it
5.56'll whack your Buick
5.56 from the Mac and Uzi
Better back the f*ck up if Papi booted
5.56's all I'm shooting