Scriptures

Ayy, thick white -ch, iggy, bust on her back, Ricky
Only tote Glocks, I'm picky, we'll make - get outta the city
Ayy, hurt my thumb, loadin' the K, turned to an opp, they lead him astray
You know when I'm talkin' 'em killers obey, like, "Go put that young - head on display"

Free my -s, it ain't gon' be long
They ain't forget who ain't pick up the phone
Keep tryna diss me, he tryna get known
The corner gon' know you when we take your soul

I run with murderers, killers, - get wet, rivers
Then get cut off, scissors, I speak the truth, scriptures
Big - got wood, splinters (grrah), don't see in the mirror that's a mixture
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (go get him)

These - broke, we fixed
You can shoot at my hoe, but you know you gon' miss (try it)
Look at these VVS, how these - hit
My wrist drippin' like I done slitted this - (suicide)

Jet on the way to Dominico, lil' - threw me off, too much silicon (word)
I bought the whip with the ceilin' gone (ceilin' gone)
Countin' dead faces in the livin' room (in the livin' room)

Ten bedrooms but I live alone (live alone)
Chops in this -ch, I ain't here alone
If I'm beefin' with him, his family should cherish they time
'Cause he won't be here long

Y'all been beefin' for a year long, ain't nobody died yet? (Nobody died yet?)
I don't know what would happen if a - snatch my chain
'Cause ain't nobody tried that (doot-doot-doot)

I run with murderers, killers, - get wet, rivers
Then get cut off, scissors, I speak the truth, scriptures
- chopstick got wood, splinters (brrt), don't see in the mirror that's a mixture (that's a mixture)
Got richer and bought me a Richard
I still give my hitman your picture (go get him)



Credits
Writer(s): Jose Velazquez, Timothy Mosley, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Terry Sanchez Wallace, Justin Mosley, Jordan Mosley, Keanu Dean Torres, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa
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