Yeah
**** my dead opps, and all they homies that’s livin’
I want y’all n***as to know that
That’s how I’m feelin’
On God (COUPE)
**** a dead opp, yeah
In due time, in due time, in due time
I’m like Chucky, n***a, I do my thing
I creep up on a n***a, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil mother****ers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a n***a slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a n***a slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, n***a, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, n***a, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, n***a, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this s**t is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout s**t, I’m cocky (Cocky, p#ss#)
Spin somethin’, drill somethin’
Fifty thousand make ’em kill somethin’ (Woo), shake somethin’
Take a chain, n***a, make somethin’
Killer gang, n***a, all my killers, they don’t want fame
No hashtag, they don’t do names
They just hashtag when they bust a brain
And I’m bustin’ this money, n***a, that’s on gang (Yeah)
****ed up, gave the wrong n***a change
Hell yeah, man, I spend pocket change
Have ’em kill her for the money my thing
I spend the blue and you see the Blue Flame
Ever seen a bullet bust out his brain?
Tall killer, man, he just like Michael Myers
Walk up on a n***a, take off his chain
I’m like Chucky, n***a, I do my thing
I creep up on a n***a, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil mother****ers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a n***a slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a n***a slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, n***a, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, n***a, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, n***a, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this s**t is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout s**t, I’m cocky (Cocky, p#ss#)
Big 4L, p#ss#
Spray the block down, turn the car ’round
When we come around, shells on the ground
Strip a n***a, now his pants on the ground
Wrong move leave your mans on the ground (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
Paranoid, I be clutchin’ when I’m ’round
**** around and leave my fan on the ground
Blick the spot, switch the box
Double back and hit his pops (21, 21, 21)
Big 4L, **** the opps
We put switches on our Glocks (21)
Gen5, one in the top
Give him the leg-shot, he gon’ hop
Most of these n***as be fake crazy (p#ss#)
I don’t say s**t like new baby (p#ss#)
Blow a n***a dick like a flute, baby (p#ss#)
When I get bored, I buy me a coupe
Stand on a n***a, got blood on my boot (S**t got bloody, ****)
Steppin’ on n***as for fun
All of my choppers, they come with a drum
Whenever the opps see us, they run
Who want smoke? ‘Cause we got tons (p#ss#)
I’m like Chucky, n***a, I do my thing
I creep up on a n***a, pow, bang
Send them lil’ evil mother****ers
They got the mask on, they gon’ Jason your gang
Big knife on the stick make a n***a slaughter your gang (Yeah)
All this money that I’m gettin’ make a n***a slaughter your main (Yeah)
Send them hollows, n***a, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows, n***a, I’m in the 6
Lookin’ for me, n***a, I’m in the bricks
Chains on my neck, man, I look like a lick (Look like a lick, yeah)
All this money in my pocket
Hangin’ out, this s**t is sloppy (Sloppy)
On the block by myself, I ain’t worryin’ ’bout s**t, I’m cocky (Cocky, p#ss#)
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