Location on the Flyer

Put a nigga on a poster (bop, bop) I started with a dollar (bop, bop) Kony gon' flip that over (flip that over) Them nice niggas never handlin' this style of livin' (This style of livin') The way I'm livin' I'll probably get all the dyin' presents Six mile wipe yo bitch down for a livin' No Rolex dreams when all you dream about is killin' (Uh-huh) They caught me loafin' and they had me in my feelin's (huh?) I slid back shootin' and watched his body hit the ceilin' Bound to heaven's gates (gates) Kony two guns, Kevin Gates (bop, bop) Saw the hate Fung shui, let choppas spray (brr, brr) Through the Bay, watch 'em bite and turn like my momma say Gang task, always let him go 'cause he cooperate Started with a dollar, now I'm gettin' to the guap away (guap away) Lost what I loved, on my momma, I don't think straight (Think straight) Losin' white pockets, gang, so what's the debate? I be by myself or with a bitch that be bustin' dates Ayy, know I'm Kony on the weekends (weekends) Swim with sharks, baby, come in to the deep end (deep end) Only man I fear is the Lord Far as that, I don't really think he fuck with me no more I ain't think I was the nigga 'til his body hit the floor Check the score I was funkin' with my neighbors next door (next door) She told me "Kony, you need ten K or more" Told the bitch, "You right, you ever use Backpage before?" Now it come to me I'm a well-known P I'm a player playin' point guard pullin' up three's Do the bye-bye-bleed 'em 'til the ming ming bleedin' Now you know that I'm a problem when I'm born on Halloween Well around there He from the hood, he was downed there I don't fuck with other hoods, leave 'em out there He was postin' on Snap, he was found there Blood on his breds from the puddles, he was drowned there I just bought a rollie, on my momma, I'm just playin' with you (Fuckin' with you) And free Jody, that's my brotha', boy I'm stayin' with you (Free Jody) These niggas want you dead, they'll do anything to get you (Uh-huh) They won't wrestle with a chop that do Jiu Jitsu, bitch It be hella cold in the summertime (Time) You ain't shot nobody, pussy nigga, stop lyin' (Lil' bitch) How they slidin' if I'm outside at dinnertime Seen a couple suckas I ain't killin' just to prove they lyin' Prove they lyin' What the fame got to do with slime? Primetime, do a nigga fine, like some steak and wine (Some steak and wine) I ain't really think she cute, so I'm from behind Life-size picture of a nigga with a .45 Where the slime? Where the brick? I'ma pay Where's the line? Ride who? (Huh?) Nigga as dyin' I'ma walk in on 'em with a hammer on my thigh If a sucka bump into me, then we both gon' end our lives I ain't into getting punked, I'd rather throw away my life (Bitch) My Glock fuck bitches, so I'll just let her be a dyke I remember we ain't go home at night I'ma kill three mo' people 'fore I change up my life Most niggas ain't got one (Huh?) When I spot one Sharp star shooter and I'ma go and get the job done (Get the job done) I ain't finna give you props 'less you cop one Pop the wrong nigga, then be sad he was not one I ain't gettin' in that Lot' if that bitch drivin' (Huh) She gon' tell, how the fuck y'all got bitches slidin'? "How the fuck we ShooterGang but nobody dyin'?" That's what someone asked me 'fore I shot that first Glock nine You niggas outta pocket on them hot lines How much guns we been through? Damn, like 25 Free hunnid shot Nick like every time Dallas, I'ma promise you a body by like lunchtime All these niggas wanna kill you when you're doin' fine (God) I-I'ma drop a nigga like a punchline I'ma shooter, but I'm Kony, you can run mine Touch mine, had that body by like lunchtime (Uh-huh) I just run off with a P, cut the lunch line (Lunch line) This new bitch drive dick like a Uber driver (On God) Come and sacrifice yourself, I'm the crucifier Only duckin' cops, location on the flyer Let's get it