Baw Baw

That's my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia)

Yeah, this that murder music

That's my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

This shit is bang-bang, a blood stain, Amiri gang

Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice, might be the name

You can't hit a stain, may young Skuba hit your mane

We shake shit like tambourines, the chopper clap like round of applause

Bitch, I don't need no aim, and we gon' knock a **** off

Say I've been through hell and back with my Kel-Tec in this Hellcat

I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector, I can smell rats

It ain't no help for him, y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap

That's my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Yeah, burn him like a stripper, send a **** to the doctor

Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I say I got a chopper

All my **** killers, you can tell by they posture

I'ma spill a ****'s noodles like I waste a bowl of pasta

Murder make me happy, told my mama not to judge me

Keep a dirty Harry just in case you feeling lucky

Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy

Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly

That's my shooter, I recruited him

Glock-23, got two of them

Cross in his face, that mean two of them (He got body bags)

I drop a bag, watch what he do to him

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

Chicka baw baw, knock your block right off

808 Mafia