Lyrics

MTM, hit em wit' the heat Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad) Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demons edging when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad) These some big nuts, I still got some big rocks I don't mess wit' leg shooters, I'ma cruising headshots Caught up in the bank (what?), the pistol or the shank? Icey Cubin on my neck, oh man, I'ma sink (yeah, what?) Hundred drum on the choppa, I'ma make his ass slip Lost up in his hood, I'ma make that shit flip Used to run that Honda, Benz, engine burning rubber I'ma melt his block like a hot day in the summer (summer, summer) I'ma down his crib, I'ma shoot gang deep (what?) Hollows in his face, count ADHD (damn) All my people reckless (what?), heard your mans checklist I'ma throw this choppa just to leave 'em all headless Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad) Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad, Sleezy) Hellcat engines, throw racks up in it Molly crib, used to sell crack in it MAC-11 shells clap wit' it Hellcat drippin', kidnap snitches Fuck bitches, then we give back bitches (fuck outta here) Everybody fuckin' call me Sleez on my block (Sleezy) Fuck my enemy, had a lemon squeeze on my block I'm drinking Hennessy, make you a memory (woah) You won't remember me, do you like you Kennedy? Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad) Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block
Writer(s): Nicholas Voutsinas, Michele Scatamacchia, Vinicius Sosa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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