Shoot the Messenger
Why would I play sick
This chop tht I got it'll give you a face lyft
Better stick to your day shift
Her pussy to good let her ride on my spaceship
Don't mumble say that shit clearer
Die for this message so don't be the bearer
Those not his shoes so he better not wear it
If you lack wit your bro then his fate you gone share it
He fishing said oc kum out trying send me a message
Don't send em I will shoot the messenger
If she owe me money I'm pressing her
Ma woke me up said You need to do better sir
Build up my bitches your type you finessing her
If we brakw in this car then we might find a Dillinger
Oc on the rode oc juss finished him
Blood on his face it ain't even blemish him
Stack up the profits my stash is Immaculate
U ain't gotta ask you kno oc be packing it
The plug not humble thts when we start jacking shit
Since my bruvah died I really been sakking shit
Well wat kan I say now my bro in the dirt
Only be lying if I said I'm not hurt
So I grabbed themask Nd the Glock then I kirk
I juss called up suave said it's time to go work
Bitch niggas be good while real niggas danger
My Glock it is out when I'm talking to strangers
Oc he gone shoot he on point power ranger
Imma hop in the Stu we gone cook up a banger
Feds snatch him up they created a singer
The streets is a double edge sword
Yeah bro you did the crime but wats the reward
You slide on the opp but did you really score
Don't move a inch I might hit if you shiver
Chop up the body lik I'm Jack the Ripper
I had got burnt wen I fucked on a stripper
The shit made me mad she done left my ass bitter
He dont blow no irons he baby sitter
Fell in love wit the cup might still sip sum liquor
Only fuck wit bad bitches I know how to pick em
He was aggressor then turned to a victim
If they tell a story I'll tell you how it'd go
If I took a L bet they say I'm no hoe
I told you I seen him tht pussy ain't blow
3 ps had came in Nd I think we need more
Everything tht you do regular
While your bitch fucked me she said I was better
The way Im presented it'll make ur girl wetter
Sir Please do not try me get put on a stretcher
This chop tht I got it'll give you a face lyft
Better stick to your day shift
Her pussy to good let her ride on my spaceship
Don't mumble say that shit clearer
Die for this message so don't be the bearer
Those not his shoes so he better not wear it
If you lack wit your bro then his fate you gone share it
He fishing said oc kum out trying send me a message
Don't send em I will shoot the messenger
If she owe me money I'm pressing her
Ma woke me up said You need to do better sir
Build up my bitches your type you finessing her
If we brakw in this car then we might find a Dillinger
Oc on the rode oc juss finished him
Blood on his face it ain't even blemish him
Stack up the profits my stash is Immaculate
U ain't gotta ask you kno oc be packing it
The plug not humble thts when we start jacking shit
Since my bruvah died I really been sakking shit
Well wat kan I say now my bro in the dirt
Only be lying if I said I'm not hurt
So I grabbed themask Nd the Glock then I kirk
I juss called up suave said it's time to go work
Bitch niggas be good while real niggas danger
My Glock it is out when I'm talking to strangers
Oc he gone shoot he on point power ranger
Imma hop in the Stu we gone cook up a banger
Feds snatch him up they created a singer
The streets is a double edge sword
Yeah bro you did the crime but wats the reward
You slide on the opp but did you really score
Don't move a inch I might hit if you shiver
Chop up the body lik I'm Jack the Ripper
I had got burnt wen I fucked on a stripper
The shit made me mad she done left my ass bitter
He dont blow no irons he baby sitter
Fell in love wit the cup might still sip sum liquor
Only fuck wit bad bitches I know how to pick em
He was aggressor then turned to a victim
If they tell a story I'll tell you how it'd go
If I took a L bet they say I'm no hoe
I told you I seen him tht pussy ain't blow
3 ps had came in Nd I think we need more
Everything tht you do regular
While your bitch fucked me she said I was better
The way Im presented it'll make ur girl wetter
Sir Please do not try me get put on a stretcher
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Writer(s): Riley Horn
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