Letras
Niggas think I'm playin' with them, I put a tag on them
Have that nigga runnin' out, I shoot the mag on him
Better not come round the block, cause all my niggas lettin' off
Put that boy to sleep, uh, and give' him fentanyl
Bitch, say she love that nigga, so I'ma kill that nigga
Bitch, get off my phone with all that bullshit, ain't playin' with ya
Lyin' to these niggas, you ain't safe, bitch, don't pop out
Give his ass a month, I drop a K before he tap out
Hold his ass tight, uh, you better not let him go
I've been on the kill streak, turn this shit to death row
That bitch want the real me, I gave her raw beef
That bitch, she a catfish, she filled with makeup
She can play in both sides and get a face touch
Run up, get done up, don't stop until the clip out
Sun up when sun down, tell his ass to get down
Bitch, I want his head shot, no, I don't want leg shots
I'm like, oh, no, get up on his ass
Put a toe tag on him, I got a mag on him
Bullets get to clappin', catch him on the back end
All my niggas blastin', put him in a casket
Niggas think I'm playin' with him, I put a tag on him
Have that nigga runnin', out, I shoot the mag on him
Better not come round the block, cause all my niggas lettin' off
Put that boy to sleep, uh, and give' him fentanyl
Bitch, say she love that nigga, so I'ma kill that nigga
Bitch, get off my phone with all that bullshit, ain't playin' with ya
Lyin' to these niggas, you ain't safe, bitch, don't pop out
Give his ass a month, I drop a K before he tap out
Catch his ass slippin' on the road, up in traffic
You ain't with your bros, you alone, I'm a madman
Make him do a pose, now he froze, I get to clappin
That bitch she a hoe, hit her once and get to passin
Shorty got no ass, and she got no bag
Make them niggas more mad, and have they moms cryin
Case closed, I'm like, oh, no, damn, bro, armed up
We shoot the clips and make his legs work, X out
He took the wrong road, dead route, bust his head off
You can't hear what he sayin' now
Case closed, I'm like, oh, no, damn, bro, armed up
We shoot the clips and make his legs work
Niggas think I'm playin' with him, I put a tag on him
Have that nigga runnin', out, I shoot the mag on him
Better not come round the block, cause all my niggas lettin' off
Put that boy to sleep, uh, and give him fentanyl
Bitch, say she love that nigga, so I'ma kill that nigga
Bitch, get off my phone with all that bullshit, ain't playin' with ya
Lyin' to these niggas, you ain't safe, bitch, don't pop out
Give his ass a month, I drop a K before he tap out