Letras
Nito, what up, my niggas
Oh shit, you ain't got no ground
I'm tired of hearing that cap shit
You niggas ain't shot none
I ain't fighting no nigga
I'm quick as hell with that gun
Don't even call me if it ain't bout no pape Yo ass ain't tammat none
I still get flashbacks from the last nigga that tried to run
They keep on asking where I'm at
Somewhere getting to this mun
Keep dropping disses, you know I get that low yo ass done
I don't get it how you talk shit
Then see us and you run, youn live it how you bout dat life & youn even got a gun
If I don't catch him coming out this house, I swear I'm getting son
I be with them doits shit, get slimey, they take you out yo gun
Opp tried to troll, now he on white T thought he was having fun
Brody called my phone, I'm like, what's up
He said he caught on one, they was dissin then, but now they wanna pout
Nigga, we ain't ducking shit
Drop yo low, we can shoot it out
I'm a child of God, but I'm so slime, might slime the pastor out
I see em flexing pape, I swear to God, I might just take him down, He doing too much trolling on the net, I'm finna take him out
Shit getting serious, fuck the Glock
Lil' bro pass me the Draco now
The way I'm finna run this nigga down, they gon' call me ksoo now
He thought his ass was fast until his dumb ass got chased down,Dem 7.62s faster than yo feet
(Clap Clap)
Gun down
Don't give a fuck about who you is, nigga, I'll walk yo son down
He was tryna hit, he seen this Glock poking, he tryna run now
It's the way Im living, I'm sorry, mama, I can't put my gun down
He doing that talking, we gon' let him meet the hundred round
Doing all that talking, then his ass got popped, I bet he punished now
Doing that talking for the hoes, I'm finna gun him down
He think he fast cause he play football, I'ma still run him down
Gotta run it up, either I'ma earn it or I'ma take it
I do this shit for real, this ain't no game, I can't fake it
You got a bag, then these hoes gon' fuck, we in Dayton
Speak on the bros, you getting faced, I ain't playing
Speak on Lil' Mel, you must not wanna live
We hop out that 392, we tryna catch a kill
That one, opp got leg tapped, I'm wondering if his ass healed
My man snaked my other man's, how the fuck I'm supposed to feel
I'm tired of hearing that cap shit, you niggas ain't shot none
I ain't fighting no nigga, I'm quick as hell with that gun
Don't even call me if it ain't bout no pape Yo ass ain't tammat none
I still get flashbacks from the last nigga that tried to run
They keep on asking where I'm at, somewhere getting to this mun
Keep dropping disses, you know I get that low yo ass done
I don't get it how you talk shit, then see us and you run, youn live it how you bout dat life & youn even gotta gun