Villains

(Cashmoney AP)
You tryna slide or some'
Don't die for nun
Don't try to run
Them niggas slumped

Pop out with them demons tryna slide or some'
Don't die for nun
Don't try to run
Know it's a homicide when them shells fly, and them niggas slumped
When my niggas come
It's all said and done

I'ma pop out with them killers
All black like some villains
Hollows they gon' feel 'em
Play it safe until he missing
They won't miss him, bullets rip him
Spreading through his tissue
Better pray God with you
If I catch you, I'm gon' get you
I won't miss you

Niggas gon' die fo' sho'
Just like the playground we outside tryna slide fo' sho'
Get 'em all dead and gone
Get 'em all out the way
Won't see next day
Find his lo', figure out where he lay
Too many shots coming at his face, couldn't run away, uh

Now he a victim
Crazy how they did him
Now he somewhere missing
Doctors couldn't stitch him, they couldn't fix him
God wasn't with him
Look at they how they hit him
Claiming you his homie you wasn't with him
On that block when we start blickin'

Then we slide again
Oh no, somebody died again
Red tape outside again
Masked up when it's time to spin, should've stayed up in
How you claiming that you a killer? You ain't never shot FN

Pop out with them demons tryna slide or some'
Don't die for nun
Don't try to run
Know it's a homicide when them shells fly, and them niggas slumped
When my niggas come
It's all said and done

I'ma pop out with them killers
All black like some villains
Hollows they gon' feel 'em
Play it safe until he missing
They won't miss him, bullets rip him
Spreading through his tissue
Better pray God with you
If I catch you, I'm gon' get you
I won't miss you

Niggas gone die fo' sho'



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Writer(s): Alex Petit, Damichael D Tate, Geoffrey P Earley
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