Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J] You niggas gon' have to start Watchin' your mothafuckin' back Real shit [Chorus: Juicy J] A gun plus a mask, you do the math All my goons know, that equals cash That equals cash, that equals cash A gun plus a mask, that equals cash So if you're fucked up down to your last A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash A gun plus a mask, you do the math All my goons know, that equals cash [Verse 1: Juicy J] What you know about it, nigga, this that goon shit AK sweep a nigga house without a broomstick So nigga, come up off that bag, or them pistols blast With the choppa at yo house lyin' in the grass They'll rob a nigga blind if they doin' bad Duct tape around the handle, they don't use a mag So tell 'em where it's at, don't tell 'em no more lies Line yo family up against the wall, and open fire All you trap niggas are victims, jackers gon' catch you slippin' Feeling yourself, flashin' and stuntin', niggas gon' come up missin' You trappers gon' drop off that cash, you see 'em out here and they hurtin' That gun to your back, it's a robbery, nigga, now don't make it a murder Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band Gun a nigga down, leave 'em where he stands Highway to hell, nigga, better start praying [Chorus: Juicy J] A gun plus a mask, you do the math All my goons know, that equals cash That equals cash, that equals cash A gun plus a mask, that equals cash So if you're fucked up down to your last A gun and a mask gon' get ya cash A gun plus a mask, you do the math All my goons know, that equals cash [Bridge: Juicy J] Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed-off Bitch, I got a sawed-off Walk up to your house, knock on your door, and blow your ass off Drop it off, drop it off, bitch, I got a sawed-off Bitch, I got a sawed-off [Verse 2: Yelawolf] They telling me Yela, don't swing, look buddy, don't worry 'bout me If you in my lane, you end up in a drainage ditch with the snakes and the leeches Not a single mothafucka out here want it, 'cause I never did shit but me It's about time that I said it, hey, would I regret it? We'll see Yelawolf, I'm a loose cannon, ask David Banner how deep I was born and raised in this shit, momma, I got manners 'bout me But I'll get dirty if I gotta get dirtier than a mothafuckin' piranha up in a Alabama creek I'm hotter than you in the middle of the summer Sitting in a sauna under the sun up in a Alabama street, shit Rockin' rollin', I got noted, I'm going up, yeah, I'm going Fuck with my dreams and my people, I got that poetry loaded My soul is sold, and they sold it, street told and quoted I leave the potato smoking, look bitch don't think that I'm jokin' Click, POW!