Intro/Freesmoke
15 shots at my opps I'm only aiming for tops
Empty the clip skirt off We don't do attempts we'll knock him off
Yeah this shit is real life them streets are very ruthless
Half of my homeboys are in the pen or dead because of shootings
Fuck that shit im still going to slide
Knock him back with both my nines 187 tatted on my body
And murder through my mind
I guess I like to go and kill later I'll probably do a drill
Find a opp catch him lacking hop out hit him with the steel
Get the drop then we hanging out the window Hit his ass up with two extendos
Hit him up once then we'll spin again i don't give a fuck if there's family or friends
Fuck that shit this beef won't die until one of us goes and dies
You steady fronting for the net but I'm just tryna get you stretched
Fuck that shit we still going to slide murder running through my mind
Bitch I'm tryna take some life's you fuck with us then y'all going to die
Fuck that shit im still going to slide
Knock him back with both my nines 187 on my body And murder running through my mind
It's whatever Turn him to a pack if he thinks I'm pussy
All that looking that they doing I know twelve wants to book me
So I'm praying to God that they don't catch me up
So I ride around with shotguns yeah this bitch is full of slugs
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
I left your ass missing half of your head yeah its freesmoke fuck what you been told
Run down on your ass with this draco
You been sneak dissing steady talking through the net
And all that talking that you doing gonna make you end up dead
And that's a fact
Better know about me 762s & 223s
Sweep you off your feet
You ain't thugging you ain't taking shit run up on him with a stick
Once false move and I'll empty every clip
Saying fuck you & your bitch cuz if she's with you then she's getting hit
Motherfucker better know that I'll stretch shit
Yeah I keep a cutta on me and I keep it behind my waistband
Once false move
Guarantee I ain't throwing hands
we going to throw lead you catch one to the head
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
Catch one to the head real killer shit murk you if you talk to the feds
I'm tryna put yo face on a white t-shirt
And have your whole fucking family crying up in a church
Empty the clip skirt off We don't do attempts we'll knock him off
Yeah this shit is real life them streets are very ruthless
Half of my homeboys are in the pen or dead because of shootings
Fuck that shit im still going to slide
Knock him back with both my nines 187 tatted on my body
And murder through my mind
I guess I like to go and kill later I'll probably do a drill
Find a opp catch him lacking hop out hit him with the steel
Get the drop then we hanging out the window Hit his ass up with two extendos
Hit him up once then we'll spin again i don't give a fuck if there's family or friends
Fuck that shit this beef won't die until one of us goes and dies
You steady fronting for the net but I'm just tryna get you stretched
Fuck that shit we still going to slide murder running through my mind
Bitch I'm tryna take some life's you fuck with us then y'all going to die
Fuck that shit im still going to slide
Knock him back with both my nines 187 on my body And murder running through my mind
It's whatever Turn him to a pack if he thinks I'm pussy
All that looking that they doing I know twelve wants to book me
So I'm praying to God that they don't catch me up
So I ride around with shotguns yeah this bitch is full of slugs
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
I left your ass missing half of your head yeah its freesmoke fuck what you been told
Run down on your ass with this draco
You been sneak dissing steady talking through the net
And all that talking that you doing gonna make you end up dead
And that's a fact
Better know about me 762s & 223s
Sweep you off your feet
You ain't thugging you ain't taking shit run up on him with a stick
Once false move and I'll empty every clip
Saying fuck you & your bitch cuz if she's with you then she's getting hit
Motherfucker better know that I'll stretch shit
Yeah I keep a cutta on me and I keep it behind my waistband
Once false move
Guarantee I ain't throwing hands
we going to throw lead you catch one to the head
I'll send your ass to the doctor but don't be blaming the doctor because your bitch ass dead
Catch one to the head real killer shit murk you if you talk to the feds
I'm tryna put yo face on a white t-shirt
And have your whole fucking family crying up in a church
Credits
Writer(s): Riley Cagle, Huncho 3timez
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