sad song

Oh, you thought this was sad?

I'ma take off his head like a hat

Baby, I got the clip to extend and I

Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag

Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad

Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap

Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running

Like, go get a flick with Twomad

I just got my first brick, I had to put it on a chain

They calling me a stripper, up my pole and make it rain

She got me like a zombie, how she giving me her brain

She suck me while I count my money, I said, "How's it taste?"

Like a reaper—in the night—I got on all black when I slide

Put a tag—on his whip—now that boy ain't got nowhere to hide

I don't talk—I just pull—how he sleepin' with none of his pride

I got million-dollar vision—I see cash when I'm closing my eyes

Got a .30—in the Lambo—make it fit like it's a glove

Got your girl—in the lobby—I think she 'bouta fall in love

Told her "money over all," and—now she rollin' with my thugs

She gon' ride me like a coaster and I'm only ever taking dubs

Oh, you thought this was sad?

I'ma take off his head like a hat

Baby, I got the clip to extend and I

Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag

Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad

Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap

Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running

Like, go get a flick with Twomad

I just got my first brick, I had to put it on a chain

They calling me a stripper, up my pole and make it rain

She got me like a zombie, how she giving me her brain

She suck me while I count my money, I said, "How's it taste?"

(How's it taste?)

(Yeah)

(What's happening?)

(Oh shit)

Caught him walkin' alone, that's a bet

He was talkin' too loud on the net

Put the beam on his chest like a rep

Left his homie in shock, couldn't step

I don't speak, I just move with intent

Hit his block, now they all playin' dead

Tried to run but he slipped, now he gone

Ain't no mercy, I shoot then I'm gone

Caught him talkin', now he whisper when I'm near

Ain't no threats, just a look, now he freezing up in fear

Pulled the stick from the coat like a magician in gear

One shot, now his crew is pourin' Remy like a tear, yeah I'm

Movin' like a ghost, but I do not need a mask

Just a hoodie and a grip, yeah, the clip is 'bouta flash

Got a million in my notes, not a bar is gettin' passed

And that chain on his neck? Man, shit, I need that fast, yeah

(Oh, you thought this was sad?)

(I'ma take off his head like a hat)

(Baby, I got the clip to extend and I)

(Got just one bullet, I don't need the mag)

(Yeah, we catching him lacking, too bad)

(Up the nozzle, I aim for his cap)

(Yeah, he had it coming, there's no point in running)

(Like, go get a flick with Twomad)

(Uh uh I had to put it on a chain)

(Uh uh I up my pole and make it rain)

(Uh uh uh she giving me her brain)

(Uh uh uh like how's it taste?)