Letras
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
When we ran up in his spot
He was sleeping on the couch
Talking bout (Oh God)
Laid em all out
Duck tape on the mouth
They was like (Oh God)
Oh God, Oh God
Oh God, Oh God
Aye, had the pistol at his top
Wasn't coming of the Gwap
I was like (Oh God)
Homie hit em with a buckshot
A lot of blood out
I was like (Oh God)
Aye flex, flex
Go and show everybody what ya got
Showing everybody that you really make a lot
Think it's all sweet
Til they run up in ya spot
Plot (plot) Yeah they plotting
Hunt your ass down
Like you fucking bin Laden
Digging money out the dirt
That shit smell rotten
That's way too much money
Bro better catch that body
Ugh
My killer been up for like
6 fucking days swear to god
My n*gga looking like a zombie
Think it's apocalypse
How he be dropping shit
Resident evil
Masked up wit a shotty'
Get what you get
This what you invited
Now I'm Running out your crib
Peeling out in your Audi
Left that hoe leaking
He probably going to haunt me
Took all that money
And put that behind me
(Uh huh)
And now I'm seeing dead bodies in my back seat
I ain't telling no stories
Don't ask me
On the internet stunting
Where these rats be
Bitch I'm trynna Jack you
Ain't gone Jack me
(Bitch)
Dipping out the creek
Headed back to the west
When I exit Imma take a left
On acme