Running Late

One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, coming for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, coming through your gate
Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Nine, ten, I'm riding with extendeds
Eleven, twelve, Forbes on my hit list
Thirteen, fourteen, karats on my pinky
Fifteen, sixteen, tattoos bitch I'm inky
Seventeen, eighteen, chains got me iced out
Nineteen, twenty fucking bands to get you sniped out
Little case twenty-one bands will get you right out
Free Cdai a .22 shotter on me right now
Twenty-three's on the car twenty-four's on the truck
Twenty-five times 2's in my motherfucking Glock
I got twenty-six pumps for a motherfucking thot
I'm sending twenty-seven shots at a motherfucking opp

One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, coming for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, coming through your gate
Seven, eight, we was running a little late

Twenty-nine, thirty, I was posted with them .30s
Thirty-one, thirty-two, I'm so gone like a birdy
Thirty-three, thirty-four, call me Sosa Paul Birdy
Thirty-five, thirty-six, I got my ball all dirty
Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, Tony Tiger bitch I'm great
Thirty-nine, forty, I can sense these niggas fate
Forty-one, forty-two, I want it from them in the coupe
I'm going 143 and 144 too
Forty-five for my jacket, aw man!
Forty-six in them and we giving out ten
Forty-seven of them bands
Big racks like I wear a 48 in pants
Bang, bang

One for the money, two for the drugs
Three for my pistol, four for the slug
One, two, coming for you
Three, four, knocking on your door
Five, six, coming through your gate
Seven, eight, we was running a little late