what
what? we started this shit
man. we fathered this shit man. for real
got a lotta dirt myself
thirty
thirty on me shoot em' like steph curry
shells get to raining
get wet up
huh?
fallen and your ass won't get up
nah
bitch
i get busy with choppas and glizzys
i'm ridin through this city
this glock got no safety
keep that bitch with me
so please do not tempt me
i squeeze till' it's empty
you thinkin' you crazy
bad bitch from another country
foreign
slam dunk on all that pussy
scoring
nigga
i own til the next sheet
boring
finna pull up on a friend hoe
gone
bandz on me
money won't go down
leprechaun
where is me gold
bands
can't catch the drip
you got no hands
to drip
you got no hands
i ain't got opps
i got all fans
i be slidin' on niggas
straight patchin them
you ain't wanna die
why you lack with them?
hoppin up out of them astro vans
caught your ass
boy
you can't hide from him
we dangerous
tooka
man
smoke em like angel dust
boy
you ain't gang
you a stain
you can't hang with us
glizzys on every gang member that came wit us
aim and just spray at them niggas that ain't wit us
how you gonna war with a god? a beast?
you don't need guns
you need heart
you weak
boy
we dust your ass hard
sweepin
you don't want smoke on my squad
you tweakin
tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
they ain't want a war wit us
nah
tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
boy
we some monsters
savages
and warriors
tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
they ain't want a war wit us
nah
tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
boy
we some monsters
savages
and warriors
whole lotta wild ass shorties
babies
thirty-five stuffed in a forty
katie
nah
they ain't need no aim
say what?
hit a nigga up close range
layups
two hands
i'm rocking the metal
i'm hot like the devil
i bury your block like a shovel
hit your ass all in your neck
man
your head on your chest
look like olympical medals
switch and swervin through traffic
stop us
i can switch gears on my ratchet
choppa
when we roll up we bustin
blocka
knock all that meat out your fuckin taco
hollow tips spinning like cyclones
facetime a nigga like iphones
i put a pretty opp bitch in a morgue
huh?
i call that bitch drop dead gorgeous
damn
i'm heartless bitch
you can call me the tinman
going against me is like crawling through quicksand
draco be sparkin and bargin through bricks
man
some call me grandson
some call me hitman
bitch
some call me hitman
bitch
some call me hitman
some call me grandson
some call me hitman
how you gonna war with a god? a beast?
you don't need guns
you need heart
you weak
boy
we dust your ass hard
sweepin
you don't want smoke on my squad
you tweakin
tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
they ain't want a war wit us
nah
tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
boy
we some monsters
savages
and warriors
tell them niggas they ain't want a war wit us
they ain't want a war wit us
nah
tell them niggas they ain't wanna a war wit us
boy
we some monsters
savages
and warriors