Shot Caller Freestyle lyrics

Sitting with my pistol, the four pound llama
Strapped onstage at the Summer Jam concert
What you really want from a n*gga? I'm a monster
Scratch to the death like the dog Manny onyx
Wack-ass rappers, y'all n*ggas garbage
YouTube gangstas, y'all n*ggas blogging
B. Sig a problem, connects out in Compton
Uzi onstage, House of Blues rocking
Hard Knock tour, left a Mac in the closet
That I just snatched on the badmouth Riley
Rock the Mic tour, got booked for a body
Shot out with RAM squad, what's up with Tommy?
Got a whole graveyard, n*gga, come try me
Rappers like O-Dog, menace to society
Yeah, I'm like Crowe in the Colosseum
Prolific exterminator of human beings
Look a man in his eyes 'fore I R.I.P. 'im
Kiss a n*gga on his cheek 'fore he meet the demons
Glock 27, thirty three in the clip
Louis leather check to hold to hold that b*tch on my hip
Gun explodes often, leave yellow caution
Body chalked off with a arm knocked off it
Snitches breaking water, rats having abortions
f*ck law enforcement, my PSI flawless
n*ggas taking losses, they don't work the porches
Bosses turn to workers, workers turn to bosses
Broad Street Bully never b*tching, still cautious
Still circle the block, dog, before I park it
Ain't sh*t changed but the gun under the parka
Glock 18, Mag 4 fully auto
Night vision, infrared beam in the dark glow
But you in a hole where the dearly depart go
Glock work while I hawk 'em down
Why run the block when I could walk it down?
See Desert E, fat boy stay ready
Government issue four pound by the belly
Colt 911, hold that chrome b*tch steady
Ten up in the clip, put four up in your skelly
Stomp you in those Air Force Ones like Nelly
More stones in the bezel than a Soda Club Pelle
n*ggas can't stop my train, I'm Chubb rocking
What's beef? Who ready to die? I'm big popping
I'm hundred proof, you n*ggas cheap vodka
I'm the lord of the underground, the new chief rocker