Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang Rrah, rrah, rrah Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt Rather get caught up with my gun One in the head, why would I run? Don't come outside you ain't got one I done came a long way from them lineups You can't complain, once you sign up Hella shooters they all in designer Get the addy, we spinnin' and find 'em Louis, Amiri I keep it near me I know some hatin' niggas wanna see me get buried Niggas better not spare me He gon' get left if he think that he movin' too leary Whole lotta blicks in thе function My steppers gon' up it them clips wе be dumpin' Soon as he slip we gon' brush 'em Fuck it, faceshot they gotta rush 'em Can't let my mama love bury me Can't show remorse to the enemies Murder way more than a felony I'm facin' life they was tellin' me I lost three, how the fuck I'ma let it be Free them blickys, the feds came did a sweep Keep one eye open when I sleep Cus it ain't no love out here in these streets Hoodie on tight, spinnin' in a jeep Catch em man down then we flee the scene Last opper we caught had to pop 'em Shouldn't have left out his crib without knockers He was dissin' in songs had to drop 'em If it's snipers we hoppin' out poppin' Keep a blicky, 'cause I cannot die young Rather get caught up with my gun Don't come outside you ain't got one I done came a long way from them lineups You can't complain, once you sign up Hella shooters they all in designer Get the addy, we spinnin' and find 'em I bet folks up the blicks when it's drama You ain't never get picked in a lineup I done been through a whole lotta trauma Told them folks he ain't dead then reverse it He was talkin' too tough in his verses Get the drop and we gotta go merc' him Ain't gon make it his blood keep on squirtin' Have my taliban tighten up his turban Put that boy in a box, hearse him They sent a shooter, but that nigga miss 'cause he nervous How the fuck homie a killer he never put work in? Stand over opps, headshot, then we close the curtain Keep a blicky, 'cause I cannot die young Rather get caught up with my gun One in the head, why would I run? Don't come outside you ain't got one You can't complain, once you sign up Hella shooters they all in designer
Writer(s): London Holmes, Rex Kudo, Rodrick Moore, Jeffrey Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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