I’m tryna get f#cked up, up the Glock and squeeze it
You act like a dumb mutt, breaking off the leash
And that lil b#tch a c#m sl#t, drinking up my s#men
Talk down, pull up with the gang if you talk down
Hot rounds, hollows hit your head hear the gun sound (Kill confirmed)
Now your heart no longer beating
If the party boring shoot it up and then I’m leaving
I don’t know what’s wrong
I can’t carry on
I’m not my fathers son
I’m weak but I act strong
Where’ve you gone?
Why’d you run?
Up my choppa then I shoot it just for fun
It’s begun, on the hunt
I got money in the bank so I stunt
Aye, okay, you wanna run away?
Bullets rain like snow storms
I know you’ve seen better days
Aye, okay, you wanna run away?
You won’t ever get far, cook you up like fish filet
Boy you better get right, pull and we’ll fist fight
And I’ll run your fade, knuckle dusters kiss you good night
One round all it takes and you knocked out
Watch me throw grenades in the room watch em all shout
And scream, got killers in my team
You want me on your song? Lil boy you get a fee
You know I’m never wrong, my shooter set him free
I’m fresh like Mr. Clean, I’m clean like Listerine
I brush your teeth with these bullets that I’m dumping out my mag
And the AK player 1 and you player 2 in tag
So you catching these bullets, catching these bullets
.44s give haircuts you getting a mullet
Run yo fade
I run into my place
I’m grabbing me a strap
Then I aim it at your face
And I spray at u like mace
You can’t keep up with the pace
And I’m killing you like Tay-k then I skrt off do the race
Driving fast I’m in a wraith
b#tch I am a demon you a ghost
And you talking over Twitter, yeah, you really do the most losing hope
I kill and then I find another Host
If you mess with DFN b#tch I’m frying you like toast
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viizzi – murder part 2
viizzi – murder part 2
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