(Tylian made the beat) Ayy Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy Double R, GMK
Yeah Nigga gon´ feel this Ayy, blaow, baow, baow, baow, ayy Yeah Ayy, ayy, Double R Ayy, ATK, believe that
I just turned on the kill switch Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter, tryna make a nigga feel this Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother, I´ll make a nigga feel this Ain´t no amount of racks get dropped on my head gon´ ever make a fuck nigga kill this I´ma call my ace, they gon´ get they bread, they gon´ bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit
How many opps got popped in the field? ´Fore I had a mop, seen a top get spilled Nigga spin on my block, he done popped him a pill Fuck nigga think he safe, he done signed him a deal
It´s 2 AM, outside a nigga spot, you know I´m finna stand on business He died, he died, she died, he died, shh, the whole city know imma menace Shots fired coming out a Drac´, tryna eat a nigga face, everybody ´round me got a body Don´t ask me why a nigga ain´t dead, when I spot me a nigga, you gon´ know I got ´him He all on the net when he know I shot him
I don´t care ´bout myself, bitch, you know I´m a problem In a stolo, two niggas, one Glock, and two choppers I ain´t squashing no beef, I´m on your ass, you can´t stop us
Catch a nigga down bad, I´ma leave him twisted, I´ma leave him geeked up like he on molly Me and bro shootin´ at the same time, glah, glah, glah, glah, glah, tell me which one hotter Nigga feel scared, better buy him a chopper Wanna be mislead, I´ma buy him a bible I did a drill with my dog, I knew he was a sniper, make him Chris Kyle all of my rivals I got them racks, but I don´t play tennis Can´t fit in my pocket, my pants too skinny
Nigga told a bitch I was an opp ´fore we ever got to link, god damn, I ain´t even get to hit her Nigga be down when a nigga be locked up, nigga so far, can´t even much feel it Nigga be crying, man, a nigga better slide ´cause way more money get dropped, more killing
How I´ma be scared of a nigga when a nigga like me up on multiple bodies? Tired of these internet niggas actin´ tough on the ´Gram, in real life, they ain´t shot nobody Hellcat, vroom, it´s a big body I don´t like to brag, nigga know I got it If I want him dead, I send a deposit Way out of reach when they bury the body
I just turned on the kill switch Hop on the block, tryna dirty this cutter, tryna make a nigga feel this Got murder on my mind, kill him and his brother, I´ll make a nigga feel this Ain´t no amount of racks get dropped on my head gon´ ever make a fuck nigga kill this I´ma call my ace, they gon´ get they bread, they gon´ bring they bananas to the block, come peel shit
Yeah, I´ma, I´ma make them feel this Uh, uh, I´ma make them feel this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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