We Got Their Compound Surrounded... Let’s Do This Gee

Gee, kill that light      
You got it my Queen, this fuck about to get served since we bringing the gun fight            
Have my crew to crash in and nobody moves until I say when            
Fuck his ass up, make him bleed, and shoot his twin            
These hustlers been getting away with some straight up bullshit            
Stealing these Cartels’ dope            
Reselling it for half price the pure cut, now ain’t that bout a bitch            
My Queen, I think it’s youngsters inside            
If so, aim high while I blindfold their eyes            
Mothefuckas should know who I am, and I take no shit            
I can Glock your ass while still sucking a hard dick            
And hack up any bitches who steps out of line with the stomping of my stiletto tip            
My Queen, there that punk ass fuck go            
On the count of there...let’s roll, let’s make this plan flow            
              
At..at..at you move or reach for that weapon on your hip your bitch ass is dead            
Bullets holes with your name on them to put you to bed            
On your knees, now            
My finger is itching on the trigger to hear that pow-pow            
Gee, check his country looking ass            
Another Ghost's treasure is about to put you out with the trash            
Check the chamber take the bullets out then give me his weapon            
Not your day, partner, not when my hollow points will be your last earthly blessing            
Bring him over here, he gives you any mouth            
Subdued his ass by shooting him, making sure he gets no taste of any female’s wet south            
That’s cold, my Queen, in his dick            
Word up, no doubt            
Back to you, word on the street, you got that black magic cane, and we want a piece, and no is not an option            
Or hell your ass will meet            
            
Did you really think you could run your mouth, your boys trying to sell me out and get away what that            
A little reminder what we do to snitches and bitches            
Gee, whack him over the head with my baseball back            
Yeah… that’s what’s I like to see drips of blood            
In times like this, ain’t no honesty among thieves, no love            
You on my territory and rolling up, what, you got your chest out with your big guns            
I’m the Queen in these parts, somebody ought to told you that son            
            
Gee, stand this punk ass nigga up            
It’s about time your life come down to Russia Roulette or acid to your body will be felt        
I only have one bullet in your chamber, you best pray for luck            
If not, your bitch is already sold while I pimp her ass our for a street fuck            
Gee, hold him real still            
Fuck yeah, you ask am I on the real            
This is what my crew call, using you as a marker while making mass quantity dope deals            
To the Cartels, your body as collateral when we don’t have those large currency bills            
And your time is up            
So, as my Gee would say, what the fuck            
I hate long goodbyes… shoot him            
I’m fair, and I cannot, leave his ass standing on some missed            
bullet whim

You want me to cement his shoes
Hold on, let me carve my initials in his palms, a reminder for his crew to let those fucks know you fuck over me you pay your dues
It will cost your life, and you damn right, its gonna hurt
The river I toss your charred remains, or six feet I will put you, while your ass kissing dirt
Let’s go and get this dope, his bitch, and his cash Gee
After that I need you to get the Mexico Cartels on the line, we need to call peace
            
Done my Queen