Night Vision

Catchin' him, thru the thermal lens
Bent the block, now they bodies bend
Got two twin Glocks, this is not a trend
Weak ass gang, who you tryna fend
Tryna see your friend, well you in luck
Spin the block, you know you better duck
Spin the block, my shots get me a buck
Spin the block, keep your chain tucked

Catchin' yo mans with my night vision
Three shots got his body twitchin'
Cooking up stu, fire in the kitchen
Three Shots make yo man go missing
Raising hell, I do the lifting
To this life, you are not committing
All these graves, you are not fitting
Make up your mind, where are you sitting

VVs on my neck and my teeth
Pull up to your block and we bleed the street
Makin him twitch, bullets will stream
Bro got the drum and he set the screen
With yo bitch and I set the scene
Like its Halloweens, I'm makin her scream
Don't like Wock I been sippin' on lean
Just like I missed her I beat the bean
My gang in style like I am Psy
Dior my sleeve, louis my eyes
She givin' gawk gawk no surprise
Giving some guap guap to my guys
Takin these percs I am always high
Four shots to his eye we took his sight
Heater to his face we leaving him fried
This the last time better say goodbye

Catchin' him, thru the thermal lens
Bent the block, now they bodies bend
Got two twin Glocks, this is not a trend
Weak ass gang, who you tryna fend
Tryna see your friend, well you in luck
Spin the block, you know you better duck
Spin the block, my shots get me a buck
Spin the block, keep your chain tucked

Catchin' yo mans with my night vision
Three shots got his body twitchin'
Cooking up stu, fire in the kitchen
Three Shots make yo man go missing
Raising hell, I do the lifting
To this life, you are not committing
All these graves, you are not fitting
Make up your mind, where are you sitting



Credits
Writer(s): T R Turei
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