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