[Intro]
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[Verse]
Bloody face, bloody torso, I ain't punctual
But I forward slash through his colon like I punch a wall
Paint his picture with his blood spray
Drag him down like AK
You can't seem to stay on track, so we keep this on replay (woah)
[Chorus]
Finna keep this shit on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, fuck all that stress
Bitch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
Pussy talkin' shit, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie
[Verse]
Thought you would've seen us drop dead, we say fuck nah
Kap-40 pointed at your head, you out of luck now
Yeah, keep on talking shit and we gon' get to blasting
Sick of talking tough with all y'all pussies, sick of rapping
Who the fuck you talking to?
Like I haven't seen you in my plays, what you tryna do?
I ain't really bothered if I'm not the one to fucking lose
What the fuck you tryna prove? (woah, woah)
[Verse]
Yeah, racks coming in
Racks coming in
Now they tryna be my friend
Huh, you is not my friend
Didn't learn his lesson me and visions spinning back again
And I feel like im lothric, hit you wit the ACOG
These pussies do the most, man they really made a hate blog
Spend all that time hating, you should work on weight loss
Fuck all your stripes, bro I'm going for the 8 ball (woah, woah, woah)
[Chorus]
Finna keep this shit on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, fuck all that stress
Bitch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
Pussy talkin' shit, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie
[Verse]
I got a Rytec, put it to your face if you don't talk
Fight back
Bitch i'm with the crew, I'm with the squad
Your bitch like that
They can't find his body in the shot
Because I sniped that
Yeah, told that pussy smile and I sent bullets at his face
He was talking hella shit until I spun around his place
Like the taliban, bitch we walk around with 40 k's
Heard that you was rich, pussy go open the safe
[Verse]
Get your racks up
Broke ass bum
Don't gotta worry 'cause I know they show me love
This choppa hit him, now he tweakin' like a bug
Got him walkin' like a slug
We got metal slugs
Niggas think I'm playin' when I say i do my best
And I'm tweakin' of these drugs so I can't be stressed
Yuh, and I'm always right, bitch I can't be left
Heard you talkin' on the gang, you gon end up dead
[Verse]
Yeah, you is not my friend, you an enemy
Takin' out the Glock, now he curlin' like a centipede
115 on my gun, it gleams
RPG with a beam
Duckin' all of your heads, I dropped a nuke on your team
I'm sippin' act, I'm sippin' wock
I pull it out, we never stop
I got the mag, i got the stock
The choppa spinnin' up his block
Lookin' down the reflex, it's at his head
We leave him dead
Filled with lead
Leave a crater in his chest
[Verse]
Racks coming in, finna cop a new benz, oh
Fuck the other side, I don't gotta play pretend, hoe
Lately all I've been about is counting benjamins
Don't say that we bros, we not cool, we not friends, bro
Bitch we shooting out the whip and I'm aiming at his head top
Feel like Call of Duty, hit a pussy with a headshot
Don't try to make me look like the bad guy
Got a G-19 and I'm finna make that boy go bedtime
[Verse]
Walk up in that bitch and I might spend a couple bands
Fly to Cali, call up rans0m, and we shootin' at your mans
Pussy said he wanna feature, pay that money in advance
'Cause I ain't hoppin on that shit unless you meetin' my demands
Talkin' shit, but got my songs on replay, boy you is a fan
Chop his body into parts and throw that pussy in a van
Cause I don't really give a fuck, I make my money, do my dance
Me and visions, bitch we takin over, it has just began
[Verse]
Lil bro walked out wit the choppa, hold the .22
Me and visions on some shit, might fuck round shoot you
Got a lil muscle headed thot just like she Mewtwo
My lil brother watchin' pantie hauls on youtube
These lil boys be broker then a bitch
Lil bro got the glocky with a switch (fa fa fa)
Way too high off of that pack, bitch i'm smoking zaza
That bitch love get on the dick, way she call me papa (woah)
[Chorus]
Finna keep this shit on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, fuck all that stress
Bitch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
Pussy talkin' shit, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie
