[Intro]
Hurt, what it do?
Damn Rezt, this beat crank like shit
Yeah
It's Funke
Huh, Black Fortune, man
Man oh man, you should see all the kinds of friends we've got here at Foster's
[Chorus]
I prefer to get him executed
We beefing so I'ma do it
Getting nauseous from embalming fluid
I burn him like Freddy Kruger
Tick tock, nigga, time running out
Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around
I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds
Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake him like 7-Eleven
Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven
I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever
Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser
I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector
[Verse 1]
Don’t get caught in my neck of the woods
I'm getting neck in the woods
New little blickity back in the hood
I'm moving back to the hood
Shame on these niggas paying for pussy
How you shoot close range and miss? You a rookie
I need one to walk in and five just to book me
I charged my favorite rapper because they overlooked me
I do what I want, you do what I say, hey
Fuck it, I know it's cliche
I caught a case and an eighth and ran away
But that was way back in the day
I leave that pussy nigga at the Chesapeake Bay
Hey, pardon my ways
How you beefing with me and I know where you stay? Ayy
Come with me to pick out your grave
You want a fee, you gotta pay
You keep thinking it's sweet but shit could get brazy
Want a picture with me, it better be HD
I stopped sipping on lean and I think it hate me
Mama keep on tryna save me
Me and bro was selling dope like the 80s
My daddy was whipping the white, Slim Shady
He made the junkies lean back like The Matrix
[Chorus]
I prefer to get him executed
We beefing so I'ma do it
Getting nauseous from embalming fluid
I burn him like Freddy Kruger
Tick tock, nigga, time running out
Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around
I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds
Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake him like 7-Eleven
Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven
I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever
Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser
I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector
[Verse 2]
I keep a chopper on me, that's my thunder bunny
Boy, don't get popped like bubble buddy
Doubling bubbly, sipping muddy
Put the gas in the bath, it's getting musty
I ain't gon' lie, I was clutching a musket
Yellow diamonds, bitch, I'm covered in mustard
I feel like Tunechi, I'm rocking Trukfit
Bitch, I feel like I'm MJ in '88, I'm getting buckets
Hah, I'm serving hard rocks
Trap on the block, I was living the hard knock
Since I got triple crossed, I got a dark heart
I cut the head off the whip, it's a drop top
I got a hard head, bitch, I'm the juggernaut
I'm a Landover baby where they used to jugg a lot
I got the UUV straight off the Save A Lot
Bitch, I'ma whip my wrist until I break the pot
I'm a wolf wearing sheep clothes
Dressed in all black, niggas thinking I'm emo
Keep sucking that dick, baby, deepthroat
Nigga bullshit and get shot like a B-roll
When I'm in Miami, my niggas speak Creole
She was born in July, I can't fuck with no Leo
Chopstick leave your brains on the peephole
On God, I still wan' fuck my PO (Give me that)
[Chorus]
I prefer to get him executed
We beefing so I'ma do it
Getting nauseous from embalming fluid
I burn him like Freddy Kruger
Tick tock, nigga, time running out
Spinning your bend, I'ma give him the run around
I know he expected a brick but I gave him a hundred rounds
Blue .40 .223's, that's a touchdown
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake him like 7-Eleven
Chopstick give him a ticket to heaven
I had to swap the barrel off my brand new Beretta
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
Shakin' niggas 'cause I'm clever
Bitch, I'm your friendly neighborhood finesser
I snuck heavy metal through a metal detector
