Bet that we gon′ leave it on the flo

Leave it, leave it on the flo

Motherfuckers better knowThis thang is 'bout to blow

I′m a real deal, you's a hoe

That's fo′ sho′, I'ma leave it on the flo (leave it)

Who′s this opp tryna lose his thoughts?

Not Alzheimer's but y′all mind us when the tool gets popped

And all kinda dudes get dropped when they choose this plot

You just watch what I heard when the music

Got this fully automatic causing static

Everybody just get on the floor

Anything goes, no foolery

Give us your jewelry, wallets, and give us the dough

This ain't a hoe, I′m ready for war

I'ma settle the score and then spliff through the door

All of these women are tripping

I think they been sniffing up coke, bring me the blow

I'ma need all y′all phones out now

You can set ′em all down right in front of you

For my accomplice, if y'all pop shit

Then you getting hit up with a slug or two

Bullets′ll body you, that's what this gun′ll do

If any one of you think you can fucking move

This shit ain't funny, just give up the money

And if you get lucky my buddy′ll cut you loose

As that freak slap with the D-cups so she's hiding up under her titties

It looks like a key to a safe, I ain't leaving this place till we find it, the shit′s getting litty

I feel no pity, sin city, my trigger finger be getting so itchy

She better give up the code if you hit her fo′ sho' and no I don′t think that you're pretty

Oh that′s yo girl on the floor girl

Keep talking shit, there'll be no girl

What can I say? I don′t come here to play

Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world

Tell this DJ not to be brave

Or I'm taking his tables for peep′s sake

Y′all keep playing but I eat cake like everyday's my bday

This the part I let you know that there′s a twist in this plot

To stick up this hop but the truth is I ain't pissed off at yo′

I figured I'd just take your shit when I′m here, so thanks guys

But where this millionaire rapper dude at named Tech N9ne

We 'bout to leave it on the flo (leave it)

Then hit 'em with the .44 (leave it)

Tryna stick me for my dough

I ain′t about to let it go

I′ma leave 'em on the flo (leave it)

Hallelujah, Tech called the shooter, I got the Ruger

So drop the Luger, my dragon′s flames is hot as Cooper's

That′s how I'ma do ya, moving you fuck like the Kamasutra

Stand aside you losers, if it′s smoke, I provide the hookah

I know grimy boosters who push away like some kind of movers

Call they might remove ya so move unless you kinda stupid

Then touch my G, you die, and don't try it, don't test this kind of movement

Get to street fighting, the heat fire like nine Hadouken′s

Like Ryu and Ken, okay motherfucker time to meet your end

But the heat falls when the heat blow, nigga eat those

Reload then I hit yo′ friends

Fuck your ego man

Get the heater, I'm about to search this bitch for Tecca N9na

Call the cops, shit is getting hella lethal

With the chalk edges sketching hella people

The red dot′s looking like a set of measles

Deadshot like a zombie getting needles

Hell nah, I ain't ′bout to ever leave you

Less talk, Tech I'm ′bout to get this weasel

Sounds hella evil but those types of people

When there something wrong with they brain

I'm just tryna make sure my nigga leave in the same way that he came dude

Let's get the fuck on

My nigga proceeded to bust chrome

When the dust gone

Never tripping cause nothing was crushed on

Now the cut flown till he touch home

But these fools wanna squeeze tools

But we speed through what they feed too

The B dude with the cheese move

So they greet gruel tryna seek food

Chose N9na for the dinner date

Tryna get away from the heat

We switching lanes on the interstate

Clout-chasing ass motherfuckers wanna take my name and break my fame

Wanna be funny because I make my chains and then state my claim

When I hate, try game, I′ma be killing ′em when I take my aim

Pass me that so I can end the

Energy trying to hinder

When the punks approach a nigga fend off

Fanta, buss on demons out the window, injure

Any demon, I'ma beast ′em

This what I do and decease 'em

They better flee from killers, no weak ones

Attitude cause I never got a threesome

By the power of my dead niggas

Take lead nigga, die!

Never stop me when the bullets fly!

No matter how hard you try!

Fucking weaklings felt the real fire my heat brings

They flipped over the guard rail and wrapped around the concrete T-beam

Sanctuary

Looked at my homeboy driving and said thank you very

Much for coming through in the clutch

They better be glad we didn′t face off and then catch two in the gut, what?

Man that was a close call

Sweating so much, I got soaked drawers

I was finna do both of them bitches

But they both stalled

Saying they wanted a thrizzy with Tech Nizzie

Was a hoax dog

Fuck it, I got about 60 rolls still

And this pound of fucking dough's ill

Happy Halloween my nigga!

We supreme my nigga!

We running things my ni-oh shit!