Mossberg lyrics

[Verse 1]
I make 'em weep, when I creep, with that two-tone Glock
Riding up the block
Profit in my sock
Make 'em leap, when I tweak
With that Mossberg pump
Slip and get you popped
Now you in the trunk locked
Let the car burn
And I let the weapon drop
Rubber gloves, no prints, never getting caught
Death to my opposition, life up in my blunt
Purgatory clips got you caught up in a rut
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Not enough evidence to ever ever charge me
Should've never started me
Baby don't you bother me
Lunatic, you losing it, but I already lost it peep

[Bridge]
When I get to creeping, motherf*cker get your [?]
[?] I'mma bring you death
When I get to creeping, motherf*cker get your [?]
[?] I'mma bring you death

[Verse 2]
Sitting in the crib, rolling doubles up
Thinking about them K2 days, it f*ck my stomach up
Gripping on that Calico, M950 b*tch
M59, slowly dying like I'm Whitney b*tch
New Edition bumping out the trunk, I whip and flip a b*tch
Spin the block, load a car, back
I'm finna hit this sh*t
Arm hanging out the window
Gleaming from the Rolly wrist
Mask to my face, I hit the limit, bullets limitless
I ain't the one to play with
You step up I get to spraying
I'm swanging like a mace
Touching rocks like a f*cking Pagan
I'm on a mission
I'm with it till the f*cking digging
Sunrise, sunset, always keep the stainless