Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah... Still high Still like fuck you niggas (Pussy!) [Verse 1 Juicy J] I don't play with guns but we call them toys Totin' big straps that make a lot of noise Talking big money, niggas better know it Gun never on safety, I'm paranoid I don't pull it out unless I'm 'bout to shoot I got military guns, I got goons too Tryna' find me, where your black suit You think you gon' catch me slippin', you a damn fool My bitches strapped, they keep it in they purse Tryna' ride up on me now you ridin in a hearse That trippy shit, I'm on another planet (mars) Niggas hating on me I bullet proofed the phantom Ridin' in a black car, ridin' with a black bag Black gloves, black hoodie, ridin' with a black mask I know niggas scared, so don't try to flex A couple of bullets hit his body tore up his chest [Hook] A hundred rounds, I won't miss ya ass Put your ass on a shirt saying they miss your ass Your family miss you, your girl miss you The niggas miss you, Juicy J I won't miss ya I won't miss ya [x3] Juicy J I won't miss ya [repeat]