Kamikaze

I got Hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look Look, nigga cliquin' up like hoes, huh Pull up, and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (let's go) You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (bitch) Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with Slime I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked You scared to take your ass to church And can't no pastor stop no headshot Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off Knocked out that bitch, head off I'm the murder man (pew, pew, baow, baow) No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst Bitch, try anything Nigga, this that squid game Bitch, I make 'em cop out When he catch him, let that six hang Bet he gon' get knocked off We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round If you want beef, my brothers creep Fire from the Glock put you to sleep I'm in the Bayou, in the seat Big slimes petite, we wet your feet We bend your curb, bitch, play with me Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week You know YB fuckin' all them streams I love to hear the choppa speak Nigga, this is a tec nine (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with Slime I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked And I had to grow up, I was talkin' out the blood Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch Time to shoot up the scene, Glock 17, no lemon squeeze and no switch I'ma make you scream right off the bat I up this gat', so don't flinch Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin' Never gave the world a TEC-9, fuck a hater, bitch, it's my time Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron Up out my motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in growin', I'll keep tryin' I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime Got low eyes, but still don't try me I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah) You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt What's tucked up in come with a burst If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch I got hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch