Letras

Tell that muthafucker that he better start hiding I'm coming for that ass Plain and simple It ain't a threat, it's a promise Don't need no other homies Just me all by my lonely I lubricate the bullet chamber On my Ruger .40 The war between us Just got started Too late to apologize Or to ask for a pardon The only way I'm stopping Is if I hold you hostage Put a bullet in your brain Suffocate the oxygen Maybe I'm dreaming too much Now I'm headed to that Lame hood that you say you from Circulate where your mama live Cause on instagram You love to post all of your vids Now I know where your bitch stay Know where your homie stay Know what time you drop off yo kids on a school day You lucky I'm a muthafucking G So I'm a go ahead and leave the kids out of this beef I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Got a bullet with his name on it I got a bullet with his name on it I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Dear lord, forgive me for my sins Dear lord, forgive me for my sins Waiting for the right time, the right spot No witness around to report any gunshots I can't afford another muthafucking strike Cause this time they really gon give me life So I sit and plot how to get away No fingerprints on a bullet casings Leaving a trace No cellphone on me when I do the mission Cause the GPS it'll have you pinging in the section The courtroom will do about anything To convince that white jury that you guilty "Oh you a gangsta with tattoos and your cellphone was there Oh yeah playboy, you through" They lock you up for life and throw away the key That's why I planned this right here like a masterpiece The whip I'm in got no license plates on No DNA, cause all my hair I shaved it off I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Got a bullet with his name on it I got a bullet with his name on it I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Dear lord, forgive me for my sins Dear lord, forgive me for my sins A couple weeks have done passed by This guy think everything back to normal, peaceful and all good He don't know I got em where I fucking want em A few hours boy I swear he a fucking goner Brainwashed my lil side bitch to set him up She said she'll do anything just to prove her love To keep it real I don't even care about her She not my type Always filling up her nose with powder When we fuck, I tell everything she wanna hear Tell her that I love her when I whisper in her ear Call that chump tell him meet in a hotel near Tippy toe sneak and I proceed with the kill I'm out of patience and my trigger finger itching My nerves way off the roof Building from the tension Creep behind Put a bullet in his fucking head Kill the bitch too, leaving no witnesses I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Got a bullet with his name on it I got a bullet with his name on it I'm a get that muthafucka back I'm a get that muthafucka back Dear lord, forgive me for my sins Dear lord, forgive me for my sins
Writer(s): Jay Brunswick, Truman Morrison, Willie Morrison Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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