.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
.556 blow you across the coast
.556 break a n*gga nose
.556'll take your soul
.556 hit you, you ain't going home
.556'll take your heart
.556, 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
.556 hit your baby mom
I feel like Moses parting the sea
.556 chop down a tree
.556 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
.556 take a b*tch off her feet
.556 knock a b*tch out her jeans
.556 hit more holes than Charlie Sheen
.556, 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
.556 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
.556 go through the State
.556 to the DA
.556 go through the judge
Papi really came out the mud
My plug talking 'bout raising the numbers up
.556 go through the plug
You can die from showing love
I shoot a n*gga 'fore I dap him up
.556 go through your mug
.556 with me in the club
.556'll pack a n*gga up
Paramedics gotta wrap a n*gga up
.556'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
.556 go through your b*tch
.556 go through your whip
You can ask anybody, they'll tell you I'm with the sh*t
.556 with whoever you get
.556 go through all kinds of sh*t
Selling dope, robbing, all kinds of sh*t
.556 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
.556'll whack your Buick
.556 from the Mac and Uzi
Better back the f*ck up if Papi booted
.556's all I'm shooting