Lyrics

I'm sayin' we be with the killers that kill all fuckin' the killers, nigga You know the fuck we rockin' man, for sure-for sure (Murda on the beat so it's not nice) Niggas talkin' on the net, like, pop out, where you at? Aye (let's get it) All we know is pop out with our guns, we from the 'Raq, aye (yeah, yeah, yeah) Pop-out, catch that nigga tryna run, we wet his back, aye (skrrt, grrah-grrah) Are you cocky? Turned you to a dolphin 'cause you crack treys (yeah) Bitch (aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye) Let's go (aye), bang (aye, aye-aye, aye, aye-aye) Boom (aye-aye), yeah (aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye), yeah (Aye, aye, aye) gang, gang (grrah) Keep yo' damn gun, even though he handsome he'll blam some Who you talkin' 'bout? Ayy, bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout grandson Foenem took them bullets, we put switches on them handguns Foenem got caught shootin' on the camera, put yo' mask on Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh, uh (aye, aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye) Von, uh, uh, uh, Von, uh, uh (aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye, aye-aye) I get that call, he at the box, I'm tryna kill him (huh, what?) That bitch gon' tell me all the info, I'ma milk her (huh, what?) To them, you super tough, to us you just a victim (you just a victim) My bitch be mad I come in late, bitch, I was drillin' (bitch, I was drillin') The opps be tough, when they get shot they in they feelings (they in they feelings) Don't take too long I get that call, I'm there in minutes (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (huh, huh?) I be ridin' with my gun and I'm a felon (huh, what?) Since you cocky with your head we crack your melon (huh, what?) I put my trust inside my brother (yeah), but he was tellin' (gang, gang) This deeper than rap, but if I catch him, I'ma nail 'em (grrah, grrah) Where he stay he think he safe, but we know where he stay (stay) On the Lam we do it for Moe, in the O we do it for Big A Get back mode, what you off? Tic-tac-toe, what you thought? He KO'ed, he think we soft, catch his ass and tear him off (bitch) See, back in school I was a fool, a real stepper You better dip if you get hit, they cannot help you They tryin' they best, they runnin' lights you going to melt A nice pic on they shirt, that's what they better do Set my alarm, It's time to kill 'cause we on schedule I can't speak on what we doin', that shit federal You thought that you caught me lackin', I'm ahead of you You tryna rap and you get killed, they gon' be mad at you (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (aye, aye), gang-gang (huh, huh?) Gang (aye, aye), gang (aye, aye) Gang (huh, huh?)
Writer(s): Shane Lindstrom, Durk Banks, Dayvon Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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