Execution Diaries

Yeah
Hit and run (Hit and run)
Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)
Got the squad (Got the squad)
On my back (On my back)
See a weak nigga
I attack (I attack)
Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Hit and run (Hit and run)
Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)
Got the squad (Got the squad)
On my back (On my back)
See a weak nigga
I attack (I attack)
Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Ay, we're the come and collect (And collect)
We're the ones pulling up with the set (With the set)
Lit a fire and I did it with a match (With a match)
Yeah, lines on the table for a check
And I told you I'd admit it (I'll admit it)
If I did it (Did it)
Black gloves (Yeah yeah)
Got it fitted (Got it fitted)
Yeah I said it (Yeah I said it)
He was winded
Pull the cap
He was fiending

And it's underground like railroads
That's the nigga sending shots
What's he there for?
I got shooters on the towers and they aim low
Pow-pow, job done, that's what they came for
Then the subs start circling the block
Don't know where to stop
Told my nigga Chop to get it done by three O'clock (Three O'clock)
Red and blue lights got me yelling it's a cop
Freeway swivels 'til we landing at the dock
Hit the wave with a flop (With a flop)
Boats getting ready for the squad, for the flock (For the flock)
If a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk (How he walk)
Yeah, if a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk

Hit and run
Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)
Got the squad
On my back (On my back)
See a weak nigga
I attack (I attack)
Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Hit and run (Hit and run)
Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)
Got the squad (Got the squad)
On my back (On my back)
See a weak nigga
I attack (Boom, boom)
Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah, ay

Let's keep it real for a minute
The mob been around for a sec and they grinning
Thinking about all the ops they been dimming
Keeping it real, we keeping it real
Zones like homes for a nigga like me
Ain't no ops, just aim and flee
Wave that flag young man don't sleep
This shit is easy like A B C
Woo, ay, the rack for the count (Count)
The count for the rack (Rack)
I'm makin' 'em bounce (Bounce)
Just don't interject
I'm taking this shit to the house
Top of the hills
Top of the charts
Paying their bills
Smoke 'em in darts

Shit getting dark
I pull out the pen and the papers to jot (Jot)
Aim for the heart
All that I gain getting weighed by the rocks (Rocks)
Numbers and dots
Wasn't a dicky, we riding a yacht (Yacht)
Label a drop
Putting my name on the papers a lot
Twenty-one, nah, I'm twenty-four savage
Think it's a trip how we carry the baggage
Get to the crib we unravel the cabbage
Sauce really drip on our suits and the cravats
Sauce really drip for the kid
Seek for a nigga but he really hid
Play with a stone, but we hit with a stick
Get off my dick they calling me JID, yeah (Get off my dick)

It's a hit
I complete the list
Got the jist
Had your chance, but you fucking missed
I insist
You be Arthur how you ball your fist
Coexist
Nah, nah this a fucking diss
Never missed
Different city, I complete the wish
Gotta shift
We be creeping in the fucking mist
Blow a kiss
I got Jada she a satanist
Ode to Christ
Got the 4, now it's onto 6