(Rrahh)
Gang, Gang
Gang
I catch me a opp I ain't showin' remorse
I jump in a X5 I jump in a Porsche
If they try to box, I throw it in sport
If they throwin' shade, then, we throwin' shots
Snap like a pic, his mind gettin' cropped
Give a YoungBoy head, just want a Lil Top
I hit him up Tupac, Shakur, i'ma put you in a box
Throwin' these bullets, he picked like locks
Pass me the sticks, let the DualShock
Them shits hit his back and his body had dropped
We on the A' and we posted with glocks
He post on the B, he Bound to get shot
He throw up the C, he must be a Cop
He throw up the G, he got hit by the Glock
Now, it's a dead nigga in the dirt
Big white tee, with his face on a shirt
But, that's what he get, for dissin' on bro'
He could've got whacked, when he come out that store
And, we would've scored, but, brodie got low
Seven-six-two's gon' rip thru the floor
Seven-six-two's gon' rip thru the door
Get worked by a bitch, then, you meet the lord
Call me a artist, the pistol I draw
Talk out his chin, then, i'm breakin' his jaw
If he in the spot, he get with the paws
Send him to clouds, i'm makin' him spawn
Thinkin' 'bout stretchin' niggas, when I yawn
Spin by his crib, leave him on the lawn
I ain't takin' shorts, these bullets go long
I'm throwin' these bullets, I ain't got no sympathy
Shark On Land, these bitches they hittin' me
Uppin' the glock and this shit get wicked
John Wick score, i'm tryna finish em'
All black Jeep and this shit tinted
Don't do fish bowls, big sticks in it
They click up with opps, then, the score bigger
G-Nineteen and the clip bigger
I'm stuffin' this bitch, she a gold digger
I walk in the party and this shit get bussin'
Bullets start flyin, then, I get the buggin'
Twelve on the way, he got with a Dozen
Why niggas dissin' me all of a sudden?
I'm outta' control, start pushin' the button
I'm tryna bake his ass like a oven
Relative bullets, they hittin' ya cousin
Hit in his head, he got a Concussion
Clap me a nigga, I call it "Percussion"
He got flat-top, heat up his muffin
Smoke me a nigga, then, I get the puffin'
Whip out the tool, i'm drillin' her walls
Catch him in Summer, he better not Fall
I'm speakin' the truth, niggas be false
I'ma shorten his height, the clip too tall
Uh, I got ingredients, i'll cook me a nigga
Flashin' the gun, now, i'm takin' his picture
I'm tryna score, i'll bake me a nigga
It's a cold world, i'll shake me a nigga
Give me what you got, you a bitch, lil nigga
Niggas don't be on shit, when they be outside
Call up the bros, it's time to ride
Grab my pole, it's time to slide
He outside? Then, he gon' die
He think he low? I'm sendin' him high
Niggas on dick, i'm like why?
They wolf on the gram, I don't reply
They call me "The Man", cuz' i'm That Guy
Spin like a washer, i'm leavin' him dry
Bang at ya Kufi, you meetin' Allah
Gang, Bitch (Rrahh Rrahh, Bow-Bow)
(Im So Slimee)