Overkill (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

Ima do this shit I promise you Ima show these niggas Show these niggas what you do nigga Graa Graa Remember they didn't think that I would make it out Now I be that nigga everybody ask for paper now Run up on my brother then I promise you won't make it out Niggas always talkin but they even made a sound I be like Hush nigga Shush nigga Try to touch my brother I'm gon bust nigga Trust nigga Nigga try to run you better duck nigga Fuck nigga I don't got no friends cause I don't trust niggas sus niggas All that rah rah shit will get you killed quick Bro just popped a perc yea he addicted to that pill shit All these blocks I'm spinning got me feelin on my drill shit Nigga I'm a villain I'm addicted to this kill shit I just took his pack come get it back I wanna spill shit Ketchup Niggas better catch up I just fucked a white bitch named vanessa in a tesla Red dot on my glock I only check ya from the neck up They said they don't like me cause that philly nigga he next up Bro just hit my line and told me nigga get them P's off Put my finger right next to my mouth to show my teeth off Pull up on that nigga left that nigga with no shoes on Nigga started hiding so i had to turn heartbeat on Where he go Where he at There he go There he at Walk down on that nigga all he hearing was a clicky clack Jugging on the net it's always green it hit for 50 racks Came up from the mud so I been reppin where my city at Niggas say I changed but only change was in my pocket mane Where was niggas at when I was starving tryna make a name Now I'm in that jag I'm moving fast I started switching lanes I just put that pin up to his head they call me dirty dan I just ice my wrist shout out my jeweler he not johnny dang Heard you hit a lick but only made off with a jar of change Pull up on these niggas just to show them how to hit a stain Call up my lil vato drop the pin and he say andale There he go We jump out the roof Then my niggas shoot .32 We got uzis too Bitch I'm coming thru Hundreds blue Got more bread than you I dropped outta school In the booth Bitch it's FNS Fuck is wrong w you Fuck nigga don't tell me what you gon do Aye I bet he won't make it before I put this foolie on you War ready bitch We be stepping just like one two Everybody with me strapped shit my producer got a gun too And she can't hang if she don't boot up off the pills My lil niggas ganging they be so ready to drill I ain't talking about no music Suit up go catch a kill Shit all I signed was shooters Flip on the hat like fuck a deal Pull up right on side his whip its overkill Nigga I ain't finna drop no diss song want some blood I'm so for real We hop out and blow the steel We was having hats to having straps before the deal Uh huh we love to drill But we don't do no drill rap Fuck shooting out the car go get your man bitch we get real active Rap nigga got his brother whacked and that fuck nigga still capping They would have thought I had an encore how my lil nigga still clapping Uh huh my money large Drop back a perc I don't do bars Might say fuck rap like fuck the bars Bitch we still hopping out of cars Glock got a dick hold on pause And a switch we take shit far These niggas bitch and ain't did shit I'll probably die from natural cause