Better hope he die a gangster Better hope he die a gangster Super, out of here, yeah I hope he die a gangster I hope you plan on game, thereĀ“s too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot, put Ā“em holes in an asshole IĀ“m running on X pills, IĀ“m out of control IĀ“m running on X pills, IĀ“m out of control What you do to my neck piece? Woah What you do to my neck piece? Woah What you do to my neck piece? Woah I do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush on when you was real We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib We got a semi auto, you the (?) this a motherfucking trip Man IĀ“m pissed off, IĀ“m pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ainĀ“t real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah
They canĀ“t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah 60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip Somebody playing, they got spilt Went I hit the Tec you better dip Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip Gram of kush and a leaf Told you niggas IĀ“m a beast If you try your luck it ainĀ“t sweet IĀ“ma put these niggas right beneath me I make my way throughout the east My plug 10 with the molly I put your main in the knotty I double barrel with the shotty You pump faking with some riders
You lucky they ainĀ“t hit your mama A lot of pain in my body Got me smoking marijuana Pulled up in his side of trenches Pulled up, get a nigga whacked Pulled up, took a nigga ho Pulled up running through the racks I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster I hope he die a gangster Man IĀ“m pissed off, IĀ“m pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ainĀ“t real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah They canĀ“t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah
Just got a black card just to go in the wallet Soon as I go in your jump IĀ“ma go in your pocket They call me East Atlanta Santa, IĀ“ma fuck up the profit IĀ“m the grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking IĀ“m talking too cocky, I got so much juice My wrist is too rocky, they done let Wop loose IĀ“m talking plug talk, this donĀ“t pertain to you Cause IĀ“m a trap astronaut, I use cocaine for fuel You got a meeting with my shooters it didnĀ“t arrange for you I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagneĀ“s for you YouĀ“re talking gangster but youĀ“se a lame, this ainĀ“t the lane for you This FBG and 1017, this ainĀ“t the gang for you
ItĀ“s Wop I hope he die a gangster, I hope he die a gangster I hope he die a gangster Man IĀ“m pissed off, IĀ“m pissed off, somebody outta get killed All of my instincts done told me that these niggas, they ainĀ“t real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 on the whip, yeah They canĀ“t even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah