Текст песни
It's the final call
Shit is horrifying
Haunting
It's nothin' less than fifty clips when we hunt (blatt)
And we can make a scene if that's what he want (yeah)
Don't mean to intervene, pull up in his dream
Nightmares, then this shit'll get done (yes)
Hit his mama with the tip of the gun (baow)
'Cause there's no honor in the city I'm from
Pity we dumb 'cause we known to flip out in public
And that's no publicity stunt (yeah)
Keep it real 'cause it's too risky to front (front)
You feelin' frisky, then jump (blaow)
Dirty hitters bury thirty niggas in the dirt
'Cause them niggas itchy to dump (yes)
We are not comparin' Diddy to Trump (nah)
Neighbors hearin' all the Biggie I bump (uh)
Is he the one? (One)
With the reaper, playin' hide and seek, and find his kids in the trunk (yeah)
You are not men of respect, you can send your regrets
Don't pretend that you blessed, you'll get ten in your chest (rrah)
Send them people at your friend, no arrest (yeah)
You was reachin' when they sent you the sketch (I see)
Now you tweakin' when they mention the press (damn)
We the reason for your tension and stress (why?)
We ain't even 'til you bleedin' 'cause you know redemption is left
Yeah, yeah
I don't really pay attention to threats (nah)
Dentin' your flesh (yeah)
I don't gotta say another word when the sentence is death
Thirty in the blicky, can't conceal it, it's gon' stick out
Push the wrong button, now my shooters tryna flip out (boom, boom)
Pull up, hit a opp and then go lay low at his bitch house
I'ma dig her ribs out for the low then blow his wig out (boom, boom)
Kidnap a opper, we tryna hold that boy for ransom (uh-huh)
Money and power, we sippin' D'USSÉ or the Branson (power)
Bodies be droppin', my 'ooters be flockin'
Do drills in Versace, a blick at your posse, they hate, but they copy (boom, boom)
I done seen a snitch tryna talk 'bout Tekashi
Man down, broad day, caught him eatin' hibachi