Grrahh
Bow, bow
Grr-rrahhh, bltttt
Rrahh
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten
Im So Slimee
Bro' stuffin' the clip with dum-dums
Yeah, this some shit a lil nigga can't run from
You bein' lolly, get popped like a dum-dum
Bullets put niggas in shock like a stun gun
Got hit in his back, shit opened his tum-tum
Grrahh, he ate a shot like yum-yum
He tried to walk, he ain't have a gunyun
Nicki Minaj, that nigga da-dun-dun
Niggas be broke, they ain't gettin' no fundyuns
Lil5iveten, I get to the monyun
She on my dick, tryna give me the bunyuns
She let me glaze her shit like a hun-bun
Uh
I don't wanna play, i'ma show you, i'm closin' ya curtains
Shots fly thru the window and rip thru ya curtains
He ate a bullet, I had to serve him
He wanted beef, got flipped, no burger
Jump out the car, i'ma white T-shirt him
Put a shell on his back, make him slow like a turtle
We on that car, if it come thru swervin'
I'm uppin' the thirty, i'ma shoot like Curry
From Newark, New Jersey
Where niggas play ball without wearin' a jersey
I'm bout' to murk him
Give him a shot to the taco, now it's a wrap like a turban
Hol' up
This lil bitch try to work it
She get smacked with the burner, i'm on hots
We in the spot, we see a opp
Jackpot, he gettin' rolled like a slot
I got a glock and it got a red dot, i'll put it on his face like a bindi
Bullets start flyin', hit a nigga in his kidney
Loosen him up from a shot like Remy
Fat ass bullets make a opp nigga skinny
Big bulletholes, throwin' shit like a frisbee
He caught nine bulletholes like Fifty
Got hit with nine, he should've been fifty
I don't tie up with niggas, I really get busy
Can't get caught slippin', I stay on my pivot
Head on the swivel
Popped up on em', we gave him a visit
Shot to the face, his shit lookin' wicked
Aim at his lid, i'ma fuck up his fitted
I'm leavin' him crispy, he gettin' fried like chicken
He caught a 3-piece right to his biscuit
I got this shit in a headlock like a submission
See the opps in a group, split em up like division
Pull up, slam on shit like Griffin
Shots gon' fly, put him up with the pigeons
If he don't die, I bet he learned his lesson
I'll raise hell, send a nigga to heaven
Bro' pass me the weapon, it's in my possession
I'ma raise my hand, I ain't askin' no questions
You jump in that water, we open ya melon
Badazz, he really 7 (He thuggin)
One in the head, plus ten in the clip, that's eleven
Bet he gon blow, if I tell em' (Aye Badazz)
Hol' up
This lil bitch try to work it
She get smacked with the burner, i'm on hots
We in the spot, we see a opp
Jackpot, he gettin' rolled like a slot
I got a glock and it got a red dot, i'll put it on his face like a bindi
Bullets start flyin', hit a nigga in his kidney
Loosen him up from a shot like Remy
Fat ass bullets make a opp nigga skinny
Big bulletholes, throwin' shit like a frisbee
He caught nine bulletholes like Fifty
Got hit with nine, he should've been fifty
I don't tie up with niggas, I really get busy
Can't get caught slippin', I stay on my pivot
Head on the swivel
Popped up on em', we gave him a visit
Shot to the face, his shit lookin' wicked
Bitch (Bitch)
(Rrahh-rrahh)
(His shit lookin' wicked)
(Hop out the car, send two to his fitted, on bro)
(Damn, his shit lookin' wicked)
(Stay out the kitchen)