He Slayed

Two dread heads one drop
One chop stick two glocks
Pop that rock that bitch
Used to slang rocks out my sock
Then turn around get top
From a top mean bitch
Young street one strike don't miss
Green beam on it
Bet one hundred I don't miss
Extending clips on a fat ar
About to crash his car
Seen bro kill bro can't have no heart
Damn game fucked up
Two twin glocks hell yeah that's us
About to lay him down
Wrong move I'm gone bust
Bow duck why
Blam on me something fat
XD four five lil dumb nigga shot me
Shoulda died
Naw I ain't kill him
You knowing me you know I tried
Went hitting lashes getting slams
For the hood
Take who's slam
Bet it don't end good
Probably end up in a bag
Hold fast don't do it
Keep shit quiet little bitch
Roll this backwood

Smack Smack boobs on the chop
They're leery been on the drill
Niggas die every year
I got a drum for yo man
Bitch period
Don't funk over DM's
These niggas they're scary
Real street nigga and
And I keep two slams
Gunner fourteen still holding
Fourteen M's chop sticks
Glocks AR's with the fans
Don't play with me boy
I am not one of them
Gang took L's but
We been catching M's
Bitch say she love me
I ain't never call again
Seven six twos five sixes don't scream
Got to be a five
On the glock for the gen
All gang shit I'm from the East
No games I rocked him with the K
Yeah I rocked him for the gang
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed

I'm gone get dude through a whore
This time little bitch say she's with it
Plus she already got the drop
I'm on his top bruh I'm parking him
Fuck what he offering
Fuck that blood got to die
Smack in this stick
And let these in him fly
Ain't none of us bitch
And ain't none of us dying
I'll let it blow like a torch
Ain't no way to revive them
Sent fifty at him and his guys
All of these poles in these loads
Made for killers
That's on what I'm on
What he on bruh let's slide
Get on the floor
When you see them things flash
And don't pick up yo head
Unless you're trying to die
Cause somebody gone die
If they fuck with us
Channel five channel nine
That's a double up
Fuck around hit the hurst
With my double drum
This shit can't happen
They're praying they give me up
Little engine that could
Ain't no giving up
I pop me a pill and be chill let me be
Tell baby Dee
Keep her kids out the street
Been having that rock though
Call me if you need
Drummed up leaving him stretched
In the jets he beat I hop on the East
I get low them my streets
Chasing these suckers
Bitch don't think it's sweet
Running round with them things
Can't get caught with these keys

Smack Smack boobs on the chop
They're leery been on the drill
Niggas die every year
I got a drum for yo man
Bitch period
Don't funk over DM's
These niggas they're scary
Real street nigga and
And I keep two slams
Gunner fourteen holding
Fourteen M's chop sticks
Glocks AR's with the fans
Don't play with me boy
I am not one of them
Gang took L's but
We been catching M's
Bitch said she loved me
I ain't never call again
Seven six twos five sixes don't scream
Got to be a five
On the glock for the gen
All gang shit I'm from the East
No games I rocked him with the K
Yeah I rocked him for the gang
Yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed
Smack Smack boobs on the chop
They're leery been on the drill
Niggas die every year
I got a drum for yo man
Bitch period
Don't funk over DM's
These niggas they're scary
Real street nigga and
And I keep two slams
Gunner fourteen holding
Fourteen M's chop sticks
Glocks AR's with the fans
Don't play with me boy
I am not one of them
Gang took L's but
We been catching M's
Bitch said she loved me
I ain't never call again
Seven six twos five sixes don't scream
Got to be a five
On the glock for the gen
All gang shit I'm from the East
No games I rocked him with the K
Yeah I rocked him for the gang
Yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah he slayed