FOR SURE

[Intro] (Hrr, hrr, ha) (Know what I'm sayin'? 'Bout to burn this paper) (Blew up, headed to the second charge, know what I'm sayin'?) (Ha) [Chorus] Watch how I get off the label, woah Watch how I turn this table, woah I'm 'bout to burn this paper, woah Watch how I turn the TV off, woah I'm 'bout to cut this cable, woah These niggas sing Celine Dion, woah I gotta kill shit on my own Crank the Lamborghini up, woah Smokin' on 'Scotti, beam me up, woah Don't know where I'm at, they need to know, woah I'm smashin' a baddie, leave me alone, woah [Verse] I'm up to no good, don't call my phone, woah I'm fetchin' that bitch for the bone, woah I'm sendin' the hit, Al Capone, woah I got a list, tick 'em off, woah You play with a shark, that's a no-no You sleep with a fish for sure, huh I'm back on a mission for sure Oh, you back with a mission for sure, uh You back with a plan for sure, ho You back on them Xans for surе, huh You back with a check for sure, ho You back on the X for surе, uh You posin' a threat for sure, ho You back with the tech for sure, hrr, phew You back on that bull, fuck truth, uh You back on the ends with the crew (Huh) You back with the work for the troop (Huh) You back on that FIRST DEGREE 2 (Huh) You back goin' brazy on them fools (Huh) You send a baddie on a move? She got her hands on her body like masseuse She got her hands on her body like a nurse I think she a surgeon, the shank inside her purse I tell her, "Hit her," she hittin' where it hurts I make her marry him, then we get him murked I caught a wave and her label didn't surf Bring him to the sand, push him in the dirt Murder talk, yeah, it's murder time Need a clothing line, I'm puttin' faces on shirts, phew For sure, you back on attack? For sure, huh You back talkin' smack for sure? For sure Maybach, back of the back, push up Oh, you back goin' crazy? For sure Oh, you back on the main? For sure Oh, you smackin' a lame? For sure You back with the pain? For sure [Chorus] Watch how I get off the label, woah Watch how I turn this table, woah I'm 'bout to burn this paper, woah Watch how I turn the TV off, woah I'm 'bout to cut this cable, woah These niggas sing Celine Dion, woah I gotta kill shit on my own Crank the Lamborghini up, woah Smokin' on 'Scotti, beam me up, woah Don't know where I'm at, they need to know, woah I'm smashin' a baddie, leave me alone, woah [Outro] Ha, for sure, haha Hahaha, for sure