Yeah, uh, uh, uh
???, yeah
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Yeah, hide your kids, hide your bih 'cause we ain't missin' nothin'
By today I'm tryna have a fuck nigga shitting blood
Early morning she'll thought we was just night riders
How them switches hittin' frutu taz, call him typewriter
I get on a nigga ass like Bebe Kids
Skis and fatigues, fuck you mean the feds raid the crib?
Got so many souls, I can start a haunted house
If a nigga make it on my radar, might as well start countin'
If that nigga just like me, he tryna take your life
I'm a righteous reaper, bruh, just please don't let me think I'm right
I'm a fuckin' heartbreaker, soul snatcher
It's just only a matter of time before your time stop, bastard
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
Niggas play with my top and get dismantled, that's on gang (That's on gang)
Back parked at ya drop, kidnap ya, fuck yo' age (Boy)
Niggas get 'round me and run they bag up, this shit contagious (Damn)
Stood up, showered that boy with the lead, nigga thought that he was baking
Even your mama know that you gon' get a toe tag soon for fuckin' with me, boy
Should've stayed on the porch (Bitch)
Bitch, I'm on your line like your phone tag, straight crush a nigga up
Smokin' with a swally joint (Nigga)
You hollerin', "Snipers, keep your aim on point," that shit get banged up frontin'
Lil' breh, it ain't no point (Mm)
For the juvenile turned convicts
Niggas and bitches and police hatin' 'cause me and my dog rich
Blitz a nigga shit, hit stick tackle
Soon as the Spyder whip, get off the streets, swing it right after, mm
I get on a bih, nothin' make me back up
Think I got a bih, oh, he sleep, come here, boy, smack 'em
Uh, tryna put a nigga in his backer
Saw the interrogation, boy a singer, I thought he was a rapper, mm
It's a nigga shit, I hit stick tackle so, mm, that street's flamin'
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