I'm gonna make i'm gonna make you wet
From toe to neck from toe to neck
But you better not contest
Try and come a test
Bullet holes go into yo vest
Straight through yo vest
Just like the rest you play me oh me oh me
Can't run through our whole whole army
The our ar ar artillery from world one, two, maybe three
I think i'm gonna crazy from that weed
Not them regular ones but all you need
I use them on my enemies and all the ones who are
Hatin' me look boy
Pop, look before you pull the trigger
Tell me boy, which gun bigger
Bluka bluka now you don committed murder
Your family gonna suffer
I got my nine millimeter
The closes friend to me one day a hater
Tried to come and run up on me
I counted fast and i started to spray
I thought i got him but the motherfucker
Got away
Chorus:
I got my nine bluka bluka! bluka bluka!
I got my a-k bluka bluka! bluka bluka!
I got my tec bluka bluka! bluka bluka!
That'll make you wet bluka bluka! bluka bluka!
