Lyrics
Oh yea, ight
Look
Whole lotta Shxxta Shxt nigga get in that way then you might die huh
Oh yea, Thats if he spin up on that side
Look
Fuck roun' and cross him out for talking all that raw shit on that gram
No I aint sparing shit im bound to stomp him out, don't give a damn
Like its Miami, I pack 'em up with this heat just like im Bam
You put that choppa in my hand bitch i promise you im gon' spam
You hear them bullets go to clappin' it sound like round of applauds
Bitch you on Death Row ain no coming back, promise he gon' be lost
I scratch a nigga off the list ima Ex him out like a cross
I send some bullets through his teeth, this ain dental, this not no floss
Look, Stop all that cappin' on the gram im not the one for all the lies
These niggas got no creativity, I swear these niggas dry
I pick 'em off like einy miny mo all of they all gon' die
4 inch gon' cook 'em like some chicken, just sit back and watch it fry, I got
Plenty rounds, its bound to hit a nigga off his top
I get active in that field these niggas kno' i never stop
You hear that rodd this bitch ticking, ready to blow just like a clock
This nigga aint relevant to me, I can't call that bitch no opp
I say, My trigger finger happy, up this bitch and blow just like a missile
I'm talking fouler than a bitch i make the ref come blow the whistle
I fucked yo' bitch and then nutted all on her face you gotta kiss her
I'm botta get him out the game lil' bitch don't take another dribble
Fuck that talking I wan' slang iron, Catch em all of em dying
Feel like YNW Melly got murder on my mind
Them bullets clappin' at his back it detach him all out his spine
I'm fascinated with blood, I might fill a cup up like wine
Bitch you on Death Row, no backing out this shit now bitch get comfy
He think he fucking with me? Bitch you must be stupid, you a dummy
I might just take out his intestines, bullets ripping through his tummy
I don't much talk on social sites, i pay attention to this money
These niggas bitches im tryna bumpfire and take shit out they soul