Hope
Fuck with me, know you don't
Freddie gonna let you hoe
That's the hope and fuck a dope
Now go along and tie that rope
Hanging with your buddies, hoping everything go right
Then you pull that trigger thang
Kill him cause he know my name
Here's a lesson
Don't be testin'
Know you meet my Smith and Wesson
Bustin' with some perfect aim
Then watch it go right through your brain
Oh, you think you know Kaine?
Rollin in the beamer thang
Killin' ain't a damn shame
Come on over bring the pain
Roll up some dope
Bitch, you know I cannot cope
With these evil thoughts
In the dark kill you from a fuckin' far
You's a bitch, you make it easy
Killing you only to please me
It's a fuckin' homicide, now put the Glock up to your eyes
Fuckin with the playa mane
Loaded Glock, go insane
Strollin' in the fuckin rain, lookin for a damn stang'
See me in the alley creep, taste of death is just as sweet
Flaya' offs follow me, blueish fire after me
Fuck what you fuckin' speak
Get this feeling out of me
Violent death is what you seek
Breathing slow, take a note
Fuck a suicide, hoe
Bury you alive, hoe
We don't choose sides, hoe
Clout ain't what I'm looking for
Rippin' the pieces I got my bitches unleashed
Even for that Glock, I am reachin'
Murderer season is peakin'
I'm dealing out with the vengeance
I kill them off like a sentence
Killer Kaine beat the menace and I break off the tension
Freddie gonna let you hoe
That's the hope and fuck a dope
Now go along and tie that rope
Hanging with your buddies, hoping everything go right
Then you pull that trigger thang
Kill him cause he know my name
Here's a lesson
Don't be testin'
Know you meet my Smith and Wesson
Bustin' with some perfect aim
Then watch it go right through your brain
Oh, you think you know Kaine?
Rollin in the beamer thang
Killin' ain't a damn shame
Come on over bring the pain
Roll up some dope
Bitch, you know I cannot cope
With these evil thoughts
In the dark kill you from a fuckin' far
You's a bitch, you make it easy
Killing you only to please me
It's a fuckin' homicide, now put the Glock up to your eyes
Fuckin with the playa mane
Loaded Glock, go insane
Strollin' in the fuckin rain, lookin for a damn stang'
See me in the alley creep, taste of death is just as sweet
Flaya' offs follow me, blueish fire after me
Fuck what you fuckin' speak
Get this feeling out of me
Violent death is what you seek
Breathing slow, take a note
Fuck a suicide, hoe
Bury you alive, hoe
We don't choose sides, hoe
Clout ain't what I'm looking for
Rippin' the pieces I got my bitches unleashed
Even for that Glock, I am reachin'
Murderer season is peakin'
I'm dealing out with the vengeance
I kill them off like a sentence
Killer Kaine beat the menace and I break off the tension
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Writer(s): Louie Puente, Freddie Dredd, Dj Akoza, Jak3
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