Uh, yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah

Sinister On The Track

I stuff like thirty in that glizzy, then go slidin' out that Track Hawk

Bro been sellin' fentanyl, he can't leave that dog alone (Yeah)

Where the fuck was all that love back when I was middle man?

Paid my killer on Cash App and said it was for what's his name (What? What?)

Bitches with that rah rah, **** steady sneak dissin'

I'ma give 'em face shots, from the Glock or from the ceilin'

They know Deeda, really don't give no fucks when it come to gettin' even (Not at all)

He could've just left the church on Sunday, still be with the demons

I still left my hand out for help and hope nobody need it

**** know before they play with us, they better go play with Jesus (Swear to God)

And I had went steppin' by myself, 'cause wasn't nobody needed

I'm still settin' back laughin' with Lil' Kacey, y'all **** killed Lil' Speedy

All black with my gloves on, got the ski-mask on deck

****, know I'm like that and I ain't never fold, not a stain on me, that's a flex

If they wanna smoke, then I'm like, "Bet"

I done sent twenty gunners on they set

I just got one drill, got another drill, got me screamin' out, "Who next?"

Bitch, I'm a Don Dada (Don Dada)

Aye, fuckin' 'round in this bitch and I don't want no problems (No problems)

Aye, ball out in this bitch, I feel like NBA (NBA)

Aye, presidential, ****, feel like JFK (JFK)

Aye, I only got one question, "Who gon' die today?"

Get the drop, face shots, you know we hit 'em, uh

Truth be told, you cuffin' hoes, me and Yup done flipped her, uh

If it's two bad bitches, Sight be in the middle (Middle)

If you want an issue, Sight gon' solve a riddle (Hey)

Hop out it like Deeda did, that's double D's on my GS5

I'm steppin' with 'em, I'm a live wire and I ain't never fucked with them Five Guys

I'm cookin' all the beef, I'm creepin' where they sleep (But where they at?)

Junior died on some fluke shit, but we still kept the shit street

You ain't makin' no moves, you ain't go no motion

I ain't got shit to prove, this life been stayin' focused

When I ain't got nothin' to lose, that's when I'm pistol totin'

**** just made the news and Sight just got a trophy

I'm givin' shots like vaccine, them chopper friends really lastin'

Had his mama cryin', prayin' for that boy back, but he ain't wakin' up from this bad dream

And I'm still hollerin' out, "Free Ivy", when he get up out, it's like Cash Biz

And I'm doin' this shit by myself, I don't need no **** for to back me (Let's get it)

Bitch, I'm a Don Dada (Don Dada)

Aye, fuckin' 'round in this bitch and I don't want no problems (No problems)

Aye, ball out in this bitch, I feel like NBA (NBA)

Aye, presidential, ****, feel like JFK (JFK)

Aye, I only got one question, "Who gon' die today?"

Put an end to the shit like a stop sign

You ain't clutchin' ya rod, but I got mine

I had to bust a seven with the glizzy, I rather hold 50's and Glock 9's

I get in my song when them shots fired (What?)

Go check my beats, yeah, I am not lyin' (What?)

I get on them mollies and power up, just like eatin' spinach with Popeye

Aye, aye, you know I'ma get 'em

Aye, aye, you know I'ma kill 'em

I stuff banana clips in a Drac

Fuck with the Narcs, I be feedin' gorillas

Shout out to Señor, you know he be my ****

Shout out to Jizzle, we chasin' these millions

We playin' it fair, I don't kill no civilians

If he came on hot, we comin' for children

Better get yo' head right, might leave you at that red light

You buss yo' leg, right?

When I'm comin' through the cut, they scared of Sight

All black, be scared of Sight

Might have me a battle night

I might catch me a opp, I'm with the Glock, he gon' see satellites

Better play with somethin' safe, this here ain't good for your health (At all)

My young boy just caught a body, another trophy on my shelf

I just sit back, laugh about it, feel that fire start to melt

I went steppin' by myself, fuck a ****, ain't need no help

Bitch, I'm a Don Dada (Don Dada)

Aye, fuckin' 'round in this bitch and I don't want no problems (No problems)

Aye, ball out in this bitch, I feel like NBA (NBA)

Aye, presidential, ****, feel like JFK (JFK)

Aye, I only got one question, "Who gon' die today?"