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Blackout Smith & Wesson
Better pray and say a blessin'
When I pull up, know they stressin'
Cuz I come up and I test 'em
Tec gon' end it
That's no discussion
Rush 'em
Hollows dust 'em
Been accustomed
30s poppin'
Pimpin', coppin'
Perkys often
Hot box coughin'
Dead man walkin'
When I walk in
Bitches boppin'
Sloppy toppin'
That's the topic
Fills my pockets
Bought it, wonder what the cost is
Roxys, oxycontin
Prolly lost in nonsense
Motherfuck the feds
Caught another sentence, shit
I been smokin' sess ever since
Where my common sense
Must've gone and went
High as shit, I'm spent
Jiggas potent
Gassin', smokin'
Gettin' fuckin' bent
Fuck you and your friends, bitch
Taking off
Bodies drop
I ain't a fool, got this on lock
Purple pills
Catch a drill
Getting top, I'm in my feels
Pinky nail
Do a rail
Vision's blurry, I'ma bail
Not alone
Take her home
Fuck her number, break my phone
Taking off
Bodies drop
I ain't a fool, got this on lock
Purple pills
Catch a drill
Getting top, I'm in my feels
Pinky nail
Do a rail
Vision's blurry, I'ma bail
Not alone
Take her home
Fuck her number, break my phone
Bitch I'm a surgeon with the Smith & Wesson
Fuck 'round get your whole team's head bashed in
I ain't playin' with you lame niggas, we are not the same
Call me Johnny Ringo inside this bitch
You don't wanna tango
Peel you like a mango
I ain't playin' games, I'm tryna get rich
Lookin' for a come up
And I got my gun tucked
Fuck around and blow your brains out in this bitch
Sippin' on Mad Dog
Feelin' like a mad dog
And I got a mag so don't get hit
Nigga you done fucked up
Now your fuckin' luck up
Tell me how the fuck you gon' duck this
Niggas bout to blast off
And they got they mask off
You ain't gonna live when we do this hit
C.J. brought the gang through
And them niggas bang, too
Fuck around and hang you up in this bitch
Sippin' on Mad Dog
Feelin' like a mad dog
And I got a mag so don't get hit
Nigga you done fucked up
Now your fuckin' luck up
Tell me how the fuck you gon' duck this
Niggas bout to blast off
And they got they mask off
You ain't gonna live when we do this hit
C.J. brought the gang through
And them niggas bang, too
Fuck around and hang you up in this bitch
Shit, I been smokin' sess ever since
Where my common sense
Must've gone and went
High as shit I'm spent
Jiggas potent
Gassin' smokin'
Gettin' fuckin' bent
Fuck you and your friends, bitch
Taking off
Bodies drop
I ain't a fool, got this on lock
Purple pills
Catch a drill
Getting top, I'm in my feels
Pinky nail
Do a rail
Vision's blurry, I'ma bail
Not alone
Take her home
Fuck her number, break my phone
Taking off
Bodies drop
I ain't a fool, got this on lock
Purple pills
Catch a drill
Getting top, I'm in my feels
Pinky nail
Do a rail
Vision's blurry, I'ma bail
Not alone
Take her home
Fuck her number, break my phone
Writer(s): Adam Cockrell
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