Lyrics
Look, nigga, look, look
Never leave your house without your blower if you know you know
Barely has to fuck around that perc if you drive it slow
Deadass you ripped it out on Brody just for looking wrong
Couldn't even touch the strap that 30-thing was hella long
Real killer
I'ma squeeze until I see him hit the floor
I'm hella disrespectful, pop up then go and write a song
For real, homies calling telling me about the tragic news
Feel it 'til it's full, dump it empty, shine like the bills
Why you spend your money on that blower that you never used?
Know the reason why your brother gone, you niggas know the truth
Hard to care the hottest
Everywhere we go get shut down
I swear to God, I won't sleep early and low if ain't no gun around
Thank you Superman these five sevens made him fall down
Know some janky niggas that'll park you in your fuckin house nigga
Yeah the first two songs they tried to sign me by the way I'm rhyming bare faced
Know some niggas that'll park you mid driving
That G-man was lying, "Honey, you won't catch me fightin'"
I'm the type to sit outside your house and call it bad timing
Glock popped, watch this nigga buckle when these shots drop
Put that sucka shit, I'm smokin', niggas bout to head-knock
Bullet hit his head, he survived, but now he can't walk
I threw a button on the back of 30 and she non-stop
Yeah, dude, took your pole and you still postin' with them same niggas
Lul Rell, posted with some shooters, real grave diggers
Know a couple niggas from the 30, real gang members
Keep a 30 in the storehouse 'cause I'm the trend setter
Grab body after body, I swear to God, I do the perfect crimes
Dead block
Tell that by itself, we said three different times
Me and bro bounced up 'bout the lo' and shot two different nines
You said he keep a pole so tell me how the fuck that nigga died
Go ask the homies bout that skit
Whole city know I'm trippin
Got these bitches nigga sick
He running wild lol my bullets