TORTURE

Hvndo Verse:

Like, Like, Like

I ain’t gon talk bout what happen to nikkas who really get killed tryna act like a killer

Every dead homie I got was a goon

We the ones really get active my nikka

I’ll die for this shit ain’t just rapping my nikka

They was telling my moms I was Clapping a pistol

This a 4-5 Glock but it blast like a missile

Might change ya whole life if this hot shit hit you

Glizzy5ive Verse:

He get to bluffing, acting like he tough, whole time he a bitch and we all know

I don't like bringing little bro in this shit when nikkas be talking cause he gon blow

Could've went to the league for shooting them 3s but I started trapping so shit got slow

We got some shit that be having the feens turning into zombies, it look like snow

Jussbloww Verse:

I was just 14, I was banging the pistol

Banging on shit I was pressing the issue

Totting on 10 this shit sound like a missile

I was blowing on nikkas that ain't even blick it

Hit his head and got happy like we hit a ticket

We gone break down pop door flick it and flick it

And my nikkas raw and my nikkas vicious

And we caught us some nikkas try walk in the door

Five double O all the way to the O

And we Dewboigang tryna up us a score

And I'm "Just Blow Gang" that's all that I know

I'm fucking her good got her touching her toes

Hvndo Verse:

Three deep, three guns, who lacking

Jumped inna stolly and turned off the traction

Heard he got killed nikkas don’t know what happen

We dissin his ass inna booth when we rapping

Burn down ona nikka and ask what he jackin

Like nikkas gotta come down the gang way

He graduated got killed inna same day

Like bounced out i’ma do it in broad day

Bounce out got em looking like no way

He from da mob heard them lil nikkas dont play

Bag on his head we get em today

Bag on his head that’s a blunt to face

Glizzy5ive Verse:

Bag on his head he get shot in his face

And I'm big die thugs, I do it for Kass

B A in the back put nikka in his place

Sethgang hold wheel he taking the chase

We gone lurk through the Ville tryna catch us a Grape (catch us a grape)

That boy got hit, who shot em

Can't even lie I think that I got em

He don't like how this hot shit burn like lava

He don't like how this hot shit tore him to pieces

Stomach shot left his shit like ???

Dumbass on the ground keep begging for Jesus

Now I'm back on the block throwing B's I'm bleeding

If he thugging, he bugging, imma throw at his muffin

I'm big SB, I ain't going for nothing

When I pop door my adrenaline rushing

And I heard little 40 had caught a concussion

Jussbloww Verse:

I heard little 40 got hit in his head

He was walking to death got put right to bed

Ya bitch tryna fuck, I be jamming off meds

Ian tryna fuck bitch give me some head

And I got my name from banging that lead

If he get away imma bang on his mans

I ain't fucking with nikkas who ain't tryna go bend

Lil Seth hold wheel while I'm banging the 10

He gonna wait while I run and empty the gen

Once I start blowing he start tripping and shit

And don't try to run if I bang from the hip

If she tryna fuck then she fucking on Glizz

And imma just poke her and fuck up her ribs

And me and my nikkas we banging on shit

Get back in a ride take off that's it

BAH, BAH BAH BAH