Aye, 2 1
Hey hey hey
First off baby let me start this shit off like this
Real drills this ain't no murder that she wrote type of shit
Face shots and walk downs I was there when he got hit
Head tap they left em' gasping on the curb by his whip
Real shooter when it's time who the fuck you think they call
I asked that rap nigga from gang cause when it's funk he ain't involved
Ask all My pops I can't be satisfied until I kill em' all
And for the opps that's sendin' pictures wit' my opps we killin' y'all
Ah ha, get em' gone
I shot the bitch don't ask who dent em'
My lo hot as we speak I had to utilize the rental
Cuz was dead he ain't even get a chance to make the statement
Been through some real thug shit so I pop percs like they skittles
Who tryna' dribble come pick me up I always volunteer
Think you gon' turn this bitch up well nigga not in here
Somebody turn the AC on I heard it's hots in there
And I ain't boxin' fear
Feet kicked up at the market cuz was not aware
Huh, aye
But that's on him tho'
Got rap pape but if yo' house a lick it's a kick door
Last game I probably was that youngin' through yo' window
12 said we was them hot boys that robbed Christmas
Won't never see me exercising I just pop niggas
Thought he fuck wit' us it hurt me when I seen the opps wit' em'
You niggas still ain't spinned yet there was a drop given
Aye, look, I would've been through there
That tough guy shit cool but I know you scared
It's only 304's in my load I damn near shoot squares
Ain't tryna' post up on that block I only hoop there
Hella different pistols when we slide we don't shoot fair
Huh, aye, that I don't either
Ain't got a check when I pull up then I won't meet her
Still screamin' free the 2 4 I miss my bro tweeters
Took that big bitch off his hands cause he don't need her
I will pop out and act up and that's on C
His lil brother white flagged the funk he don't want smoke either
I hand out shootin' lessons to the dead I think yo' bro need it
Aye
I forgot he was gone
Step through they block they fuck wit' niggas we be steppin' on
Anonymous is my tatic if I did it you would never know
Aye
Free the bitch take them cuffs off and let her go
Huh
First off baby let me start this shit off like this
Real drills this ain't no murder that she wrote type of shit
Face shots and walk downs I was there when he got hit
Head tap they left em' gasping on the curb by his whip
Real shooter when it's time who the fuck you think they call
I asked that rap nigga from gang cause when it's funk he ain't involved
Ask all My pops I can't be satisfied until I kill em' all
And for the opps that's sendin' pictures wit' my opps we killin' y'all
Ah ha, get em' gone
