(Ghosty...) Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target Whole lot of shots knock his face off it Dude will hang out the roof of a Draco Back from the Ms and the case closed Blood on my kicks, that from stomping his face off Chop off a limb with a chainsaw No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuffing the clip, a whole trey-o He ain't gon' shoot, why the fuck is he gang fold? Run up on Fetty, cap Fetty, that's Fetty Count hella bands, wouldn't chase that zelly Henny on Henny on Henny on Henny Gang in the spot, get deady on deady Busting a .40, spit on your shorty, don't do Bacardi Bust a piñata, open ya mata, shoot up the party Fuck it, we loud, jet the head, get beat up like Marley If I'm on the East, then I'm in the fields so I'm up and gone 30 clips, that mean hella bodies Spin your hood and kill anybody If he missing the medics got him He ain't dead but we paralysed him Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black Suburbans, blicky gon' hit that target Getting money off the zelly, in and out her like a deli Free that nigga Skrelly, put a bullet in his belly B and B, so fuck a telly, fucking up a shot We don't do the jumping, shotgun start the pumping See him slipping, I'm a dump it Kill a nigga then we dump 'em Throw his body in a dumpster Spin through like, ay He moving or walk, he get shot in the face I heard they dropping the rates Well we got the addy and we on the way Swerving, lurking, slip then murk 'em Purge with burners, it's a murder Hearse him, put him in the dirt They got his face prints on a shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Tryna run, he ain't get that far Spin through, two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy We gon' bend that block, we gon' You gon' hear that noise All we know is dead opps, no attempts at leg shots Hit him in his head top Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run, he didn't get that far If his bro tryna spin dat block then gang gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that charge Hanging out, all black suburban, blicky gon' hit that target