Clutchin
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
Bitch I pop shit
Big ol fuckin Glock with a ruler clip
AK 47 gotta pop, clutching on the grip
When I fuckin see ya, yeah, you better fuckin come correct
Or we fuckin snuff you, lil bitch, no you not our mans
Pop shit, pop shit
Axe swing, chop shit
Steel toe, stomp shit
Pop shit, pop shit
Axe swing, chop shit
Steel toe, stomp shit
Pop shit, pop shit
Like
Pop shit, pop shit
Like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Six shots up in the mix like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Creep up, we stalk shit like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
NYC chalk shit like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Big stick pop, can't stop
Runnin' from the cops
Yeah, we fuckin' swing, take off tops, watching bodies drop
PT fuckin' mob, sending shots, heading for the top
Catch that boy in traffic, can't stop, steady shooting ops
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
Bitch I pop shit
Big ol fuckin Glock with a ruler clip
AK 47 gotta pop, clutching on the grip
When I fuckin see ya, yeah, you better fuckin come correct
Or we fuckin snuff you, lil bitch, no you not our mans
Pop shit, pop shit
Axe swing, chop shit
Steel toe, stomp shit
Pop shit, pop shit
Axe swing, chop shit
Steel toe, stomp shit
Pop shit, pop shit
Like
Pop shit, pop shit
Like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Six shots up in the mix like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Creep up, we stalk shit like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
NYC chalk shit like
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Yeah, we want war, bitch
Big stick pop, can't stop
Runnin' from the cops
Yeah, we fuckin' swing, take off tops, watching bodies drop
PT fuckin' mob, sending shots, heading for the top
Catch that boy in traffic, can't stop, steady shooting ops
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
I pop
The nine
I got
The time
To end
Ya life
AK
Rewind
I end
Blood lines
Two shots
The spine
Ignore
The signs
Now fall
In line
Credits
Writer(s): 718 Terror
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