I let the opps run they mouth cause they talk is cheap Ion gotta pay for the backdoor I can get you walked to sleep and why you sleepwalking let the switchy knock you off ya feet shit when every I wanna get sneaky I just call up creep we the ones inna bitty striking taking all the jeeps 5 cars a night passing got skis we was all in v's this aint a v6 this a srt look at the car and read after we bend and tap a head, I sell a car for a jeep I got angry issues when I get mad, I be tryna murder shit switchy onna back my gun banging shake like turbulence I thought I taught them niggas a listen but they aint learning shit I guess we gotta go back to hopping out and purging shit I try to take a break at the last one got left like he was late they put they hands onna wrong ones them niggas made a mistake nigga got cooked early n the morning sshh we call him wake n bake nigga got no b's tryna beef shit Im sorry I can't relate I'm with the whackers we act fast we like to murder niggas niggas dropped a diss aint get back this not a versus nigga I let my gun talk before I say a word to a nigga don't got no b's but tryna beef I never heard of niggas with this street shit I'm a whore I'm on whatever you on we can have a shootout to the morning to the crack of dawn this no pics inside my bloody even my mom and dad be drawn I can feel a nigga with the fully I just gotta tap it on how you dead pop tryna beef you cant even front the war niggas said we aint up on shit but we up onna score I let a nigga run up tap the beam like whachu running for "like why you running" I just want lie b's and g's Ion want nothing more I did shit that niggas scared to do and I seen shit you cant imagine shit like poetry emotion when I tap the button it come out rapid og killa jump out in fear of god and killa nigga in fashion I dont know why but killing make me smile this shit became my passion I went hand to hand with the reaper went onna drill got blood on my sneakers I watch him park da whip and hit his shit why he put quill inside the meter I know he was sick we got the drop we made his head say how I got a fever when ever I get questioned by the cops I forgot like I got amnesia so many b's it fuck up my z's I cant even get no sleep my finger hurt from tapping buttons when I see a opp I press delete last year I bending out of a kias know I be sliding outta jeeps we be them demons driving demons we dont even drive srts four pockets full got me feeling fat make me weigh 20 pounds more bro said Im burnt cause I use to go outside and kill whenever I got bored he touched a wack and just for that we made that nigga meet the lord so many pack's that nigga lack got his faced tapped doing chores I can talk about alot of shit we following niggas and boxed them in we giving opps no passes we catch a vic they getting shot again if we got up on him that nigga aint getting up 9 times outta 10.
