Letras
Aye man r.i.p Dex Osama
& y'all already know the rest
Wooop gang nigga
Look, aye
My momma said I got
Death on me
Shouldn't have told me that
I told her
Now I gotta stretch Sumn
Imma spray his block
& double back
I think I left Sumn
Trazy be cooler than a pool
But he Gon wet Sumn
Imma up this pistol
I ain't scared to go to jail
Chase em' up brodea
Got em' scared to go to Mels
Bullet hit his melon
Heard em' scream & then he fell
Seen he dying, started crying
He was scared to go to hell
Money on my head
But ain't nobody Gon collect
Bitch my name & my chopper
What these niggas Gon respect
If it's up the. It's Stu-
Shit you niggas know the rest
Send them bullets at yo dog
He ain't gotta go & fetch bitch
Damn
These niggas want me dead blood, yeah
They put money on my head blood, damn
We load them choppers
When we fed up
Bro got on his heals
& tried to chase em'
But he sped up
Damn
These niggas want me dead blood, yeah
They put money on my head blood, damn
We load them choppers
When we fed up
Bro got on his heals
& tried to chase em'
But he sped up
Bitch!
Back to this savage shit
Wanna know the reason
Why we beef?
We like to damage Shit
Yeah, we load them choppers
Then we send em' up
Pistol-whip a nigga
Till his heart just feel
Like giving up
Bitch! They playing
Wit some real killers
Bitch! Them niggas ain't
No real killers
Yeah, matter fact