REVENGE (feat. Zodiac Killers)

Qrystal made this shit

DJ Eryxse on this bitch, go ahead and drop that shit, for a pimp

Load up my big nine, (yeah) now I'm finna (yeah) shoot to kill

If you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do (yeah) the deal

Load up my big nine, (yeah) now I'm finna (yeah) shoot to kill

If you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do (yeah) the deal

It's that R-E-V-E-N-G-E to the r-e-a-p double oz

Wit' that t-e-c to the nine on me, talking blacked-out Jeeps

Wit' some broads on me

Got three point five in my blunt, on me

Said you wanna fuck wit' me? Take a cap to the knee

Take a baseball bat—Strike one, two, three

Put this chrome to your head, take the metal like Greece

Matte black rolling, keep a strap on me

Got a Glock .45 wit' a big red beam

Talking triple six, gotta rep my team

I don't wanna talk money, 'less we talking green

Wit' a couple blue Benji's, talking stacks on stacks

Got a couple hundred bitches, trying to scratch my back

Got a couple mother fucker's still on my sack —

Like, go get a job daddy's money won't last

Said load the Glock back, all my bullets stay in sync

Young Timberlake, Frosted tips, that's an 8-piece

Coke for the bitch, leep the Xans on repeat

Dirty rotted teeth, chewing fent 'til my gums bleed

Load the Glock back 'til his soul starts to deplete

Zodiac killers but we not from the Valley

Dirty South repping, came up on the East B

Load my Tec-9, masked up in the backseat

Hit a motherfucker, no face, no case

Put 'em in another place like Abaddon

Pussy motherfucker, don't say no grace

'Cause it's nothing like the place you dependin' on

I get the feelin' I'ma kill 'em in a minute

When adrenaline fulfillin', I'm attackin' like a python

Hold up, wait a fuckin' minute, I'm a really get to drillin'

When he spillin', it's appealin'—you a bygone

B-B-B-Buck at the angels, throw up my fingers

Kill a motherfucker then I make another banger

Fuck all ya favors bitch, you in danger

Yo' mama's wishin' I was on your papers, aye

R to the E to the V to the E to the N-G-E on thee, by me

Gotcha bitch on my side and she lovin' on me

Steady grippin' my nine, give a fuck about peace

R-E-V-E-N-G-E

Boy, I uppercut the pussy, when I'm done—minced meat

We been spinning thru they blocks, 'nd they ain't came home ina week

Buckle up, this shit a ride, call me Santa with this glee ho

Yo' main bitch be an elf, I shelf her ass and take ya trees

Oh, lil' shawty wanna shake some ass, tell her, "hit ya knees"

I got "Qs", 'nd I got "Ps"

My "money longer", now I'm free

Keep Lil Uzi in the trunk, that motherfucker shoot for me

You testing Eryxse R-I-P, same bitch that hated tryna link

I tell her suck a dick and fuck yo' mother till that bitch can't think

It's that R-E-V-E-N-G-E to the r-e-a-p double oz

Wit' that t-e-c to the nine on me, talking blacked-out Jeeps

Wit' some broads on me

Got three point five in my blunt, on me

Said you wanna fuck wit' me? Take a cap to the knee

Take a baseball bat—Strike one, two, three

Put this chrome to your head, take the metal like Greece

Matte black rolling, keep a strap on me

Got a Glock .45 wit' a big red beam

Talking triple six, gotta rep my team

I don't wanna talk money, 'less we talking green

Wit' a couple blue Benji's, talking stacks on stacks

Got a couple hundred bitches, trying to scratch my back

Got a couple mother fucker's still on my sack —

Like, go get a job daddy's money won't last

Said load the Glock back, all my bullets stay in sync

Young Timberlake, Frosted tips, that's an 8-piece

Coke for the bitch, leep the Xans on repeat

Dirty rotted teeth, chewing fent 'til my gums bleed

Load the Glock back 'til his soul starts to deplete

Zodiac killers but we not from the Valley

Dirty South repping, came up on the East B

Load my Tec-9, masked up in the backseat

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do the deal

Load up my big nine, now I'm finna shoot to kill

If you busters slipping', it's this .50 finna do the deal