He pretty much lays it out He was a killer, he was a hired killer for Griselda Uh, that eliminated people that were involved in the drug business Yeah, yeah Uh, agh Yeah, uh, yeah
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, nigga) Them shooters they follow you anywhere you go (they lurkin') Them niggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom) They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em niggas) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them niggas too, nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)
Niggas thought the shit was sweet, I'ma make you fuck niggas know me Talkin' like you a killer, well, motherfucker, come show me I already sent the youngin through there bustin' his.40 Nigga shot up your whole block and he hit one of your homies Nigga, we already know you pussy, you cover your Rollie And you tuck in your chain You's a fuck nigga, should've stayed in a fuck nigga lane A lil' dread head nigga come in bustin' your brain Lil' homie fuckin' insane, whoa I got him and his homies in your bushes now Sniffin' grams to stay up so he can put you down Homemade ski mask on, pull it down Silencer on, and neighbors couldn't hear a bullet sound
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, nigga) Them shooters they follow you everywhere you go (they lurkin') Them niggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom) They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em niggas) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them niggas too, nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)
Bitch, you was not official, so now we gotta get you You better pray to God, he with you when that chopper hit you That chopper pop and flip you 50 round clips in them sticks, boy, that's a lot of missiles Yeah, that's a lot of missiles Smokin' one with my young boy while I plot to get you Tried to give him the.40, he said he wanna pop the stick too Every night is gunfire, guns fire Shootin' 'til my gun tire, momma was a jum buyer Back in jail, out of jail, nigga, I got dumb priors Drive-bys in that buick, low air in front tire Hood I'm from made us killers, pussy nigga come try us Now I know where you been hidin' So, we gon' come find you, my nigga, ah
We got the drop on you and you ain't even know (you ain't know, nigga) Them shooters they follow you anywhere you go (they lurkin') Them niggas in your bushes now, they give out wig shots (boom, boom) They got the drop on you and you ain't even know (hahahahaha) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (run down on 'em niggas) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (hit all them niggas too, nigga) Yeah, yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (I don't give a fuck who outside, nigga) Yeah, yeah, run down on 'em (brr)
Ha, yeah Ayo, ayo, look at these niggas' face man Ayo, these weird niggas, yo, they scared right now You know what I mean? Shit is spooky, nigga Uh, niggas know street shit when they see it When they hear it, nigga But don't get it twisted, nigga, think it's just rap, nigga That's a fact, nigga, in real life, I'll knock you the fuck out, nigga Hahaha, hat's my word, nigga, and you know my gun work, nigga However you wanna do it, however you wanna play it, pussy Let's get it My flow been crazy nigga Aw man, I'm on God level right now Bitches tell me I'm beautiful, nigga You niggas hurtin' That's why y'all mad, that's why y'all hatin' 'Cause y'all still on y'all dick, nigga, haha Bum ass niggas It's the Machine, bitch Alchemist It's gettin' ugly for these niggas Real real spookyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
