FATAL

You eva hang out the window bussin heat I anit talking drive buys

I'm talking high speeds he tryna get away he tryna leave

I'm tryna leave em on the scene **** I'm tryna leave em on scene

I'm the one that's gon' finish and start some shit Before anything, I'm Harlem Crip

Jump out sparkin' shit, you gon' be a easy kill Or I make it hard to live, uh

All these felonies and I'm still bangin' Tell my enemies, ****, I'm still dangerous

I still bang you, I still got anger

We used to throw the beams on the heat But we switched it up, you get it, huh

This Gizzy got a button on it, I stepped in with the winning team

I could put a hundred on it, pull up, hop out, dumpin' on em

They said he check that boy a goner Stop talkin' about your man

Cause only you believe what he do I'm went' rick owens for my fit

And rick owens for my feat, too Shit, if you tryna get a load in

I'm the one that you should speak to Shit, if you tryna send a loc in

We the ones that's gon' creep through Now tell me, who gone' save you