[Intro: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
Are you a good shot, Pa?
Why, of course I am, you know that
Can you hit the bullseye?
I don't know if I can hit the bullseye, but I can hit the bullshit
Schmuck
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You dirty, rotten bastard)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted (Woah, woah)
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it (Woah, woah)
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey (Woah, woah)
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah, huh, huh)
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah)
[Verse 1: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
Plug walk wit' my gang, yeah, you see we on one
Better see what I keep, we on some', better C-O-T, we bleed, uh
When I bring out the lead, you leave, uh
When I bring out the 3mm, you grieve, uh
When I shoot at the knees, you heave, uh
When you shootin' at me, I weave, uh (Woah, woah)
Can't fuck with these niggas they asking me questions, bitch, are you a cop? Bruh, shut up
Run my fade ho, you get knocked real quick, quit playin' bitch nigga, gon' square up
I told the lil' nigga, "This EASTSIDE," where the beef at nigga? This my time
Kill the bitch nigga, 'cause I got downtime
Kill a opp' like a game, like slide time
[Verse 2: Killtak]
You a cracker, not a demon, I'm just saying it how I see it
I just went and did the deed, bitch, I'm high as fuck, I can't see
Bitch, I'm piped up, come and see, I hate confederates like ulysses
Say you gon' see me, but boy you can't miss me, and it's also the fact that I be in yo' city (Yeah, yeah)
Also the fact I keep me a strap, I stay with the boys, I keep it a buck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm closing the gap, I give him a nap, I got me a toy, I don't give a fuck
I stay with the shit, I can't leave without it 'cause I see 'em in person, I'm closing 'em up
Sewing 'em up, cutting 'em up, unrecognizable when I finish up
I got the K, get out my way, won't say it again, bitch, I don't play
Y'all hold no weight, put no pressure
Y'all just say it, I dont respond to pussies, no way
Like bitch, get out of my fucking face 'fore I leave yo' body out to decay
You gon' have a really bad fucking day
I don't got no opps, because all y'all some pussies
Just let the body drop, and then they gon' book me
I see a cop, middle finger up, the fuck he doing?
If he say some shit, I kill his ass and keep it moving
[Verse 3: rejectedreyna]
I stay in my room 'cause y'all would be dead
Grippin' a knife, but I'll fill you with lead (Ayy, ayy)
Yo' mom see yo' body, she seein' the red
Step out ya house, I'll put one in ya head
Don't slip up bitch, scope in, get ya head bust
Pull out a blick, bite like a bed bug
I'm dissing yo' moms, I'm dissin yo' dead, cuh
Windy where I be, so you know I'm seein' red dust
Everybody walk around my town, like what the fuck is up?
I blaze it up, I run it up, I grab that pistol, I let it bust
Spillin' brains, turn you to rust, I'll turn you old, so you better run
Spend your life right down the drain, I'm feelin' bold, I don't fear no gun
Pop out the whip with a lamb mask, given one big task, take you right off of the map
Ain't scared of no human, don't care what you doin', it's over when I'm 'bout to get out my strap
Push yo' head back, cap back, gon' need a gas mask, yo' lungs gon' get packed
I don't care about a Glock, suck my dick, suck my cock, yo' stupid ass homie should ran back
It's EASTSIDE, you should of never ran up, now yo' fuckin' ghost is shown
I'm demonic lil' bitch, yo' soul is mine, and now yo' soul I own (Bap, bap, bap-bap-bap)
I'm a lamb mask killa, got you in my sight, you ain't leavin' it (Bap, bap, bap-bap-bap)
If you ain't tryna shoot, then you get stabbed and now you bleedin', bitch (Bap-bap-bap-bap-bap)
[Chorus: LUISPRODUCEDIT]
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted (Woah, woah)
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it (Woah, woah)
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey (Woah, woah)
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah, huh, huh)
The bullets gon' blow off his fitted
All that talkin shit, you know I ain't wit' it
You a bitch, you better admit it
All this lead at his wig gonna split it
The pussy gon' run out the city, the .45 give 'em a hickey
Pussy, you lackin' no blicky, uh, I'll rock a nigga, ain't no milly (Woah, woah)
