"Here is a quick look at the use of guns in the last twenty-four hours
Three police officers shot and wounded in the space of an hour last night
A man was shot in broad daylight, suspect was seen fleeing from the scene"
Point me a tone
Point, point, point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone
Point me a tone
Murder murder on my mind
Suicidal all the time
They just stay blinded by the sight of blood that's dripping down my eyes
Point, point, point, me a tone
Shoot me a bitch till the clip go click
Heard that you're tipping police and shit
Rat motherfuckers I ain't got love for em
Internet thugs talking all over the forum
Bitch I hate everybody I ain't here to make friends
Shade throwin' on Twitter like we'll never meet again
See you in the flesh and your tone change up
Yung Christ I can never ever be touched
$carecrow, stick talk, triggers I clutch
Hoes all around me want their clit to be touched
Ain't learned yet that I'd rather do drugs, hoe
Point, point, point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point, point, point me a tone right
Yung Plague, got a one way, ticket
Some say, he the young flame
With the gun play, on a Sunday
Make a fuckin' pussy boy stand in the blood rain
Ruby levitate, another gun bang
Chump change boy
Now you gotta hate boy
Pull up the with the motherfuckin AK boy
Pull up like its motherfucking game day boy
Shoot em with the pistol shoot em point blank boy, yuh
Uzi fucking fire like a gun range boy
Cum stains on your dumb dame, boy, ay
Yung Plague was a dead boy, ay
No shame in the blunt, ay, don't be scared boy, ay
Just let me choke in the flames
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right
Point, point, point me a tone right
Welcome to the motherfuckin' genocide
Grey matter run through my fucking mind
Grey clouds surround when we take a life
Last thing you taste is my fucking knife
Pointing me a tone aiming straight at ya dome
Shine through the dark
Now there’s nothing but the chrome
Cut ya body up and I throw it in a hole
AK strapped never trying to fuck with the boys
G-G*59
Don’t try to cross the line
Fucking with the killers imma have to make your soul mine
Fucking with the murderers I’ll have you breathing no more
Ruby stay strapped with an all black .44
Scrim with the K he don’t give a fuck ‘bout a hoe
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point, point, point me a tone right
