(Beat Execs)
(Mercy Beatz, nigga)
Bitch
Whole lotta Bleeda shit
Yeah this real life no GTA
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
This real life no GTA I want this shit out my way, how you gon survive a K bullet to the face?
I know I'm living fast I'm in a race 12 get behind me put them on a chase, life on the line I can't stop today no not today
(?) chopper done put me for my lumber chopper burst I make him stumble, he tried to duck me made him fumble
Left his body as a crumble, I tried to chill out I was just too humble now I'm jumping off the walls
Breaking jaws you better not fall they deep they go hitting at the crowd (Yeah)
So what you want you do? 6 stars on me but I'm finna put 60 bullets on you, see I'm riding lowkey I see a opp then I'm gon dome dude
Oh you talking bout stepping? Well look let me show you what this chrome do
See I promote violence so I ain't talking on no phone dude, Lil one stand on that business won't cost a penny to get you gone dude
In the club ain't throw dollars the bad bitches still come through, I always (?) would ask me if you knew
Now I'm back at the crib ain't (?) blood on my hands leave stains on my face, been stepping back to back I'm trying to see who gon get stretched today
Put your finger on your lip my nigga, then that's a closed case catch another opp you better shoot the nigga in his face
This real life no GTA I want this shit out my way, how you gon survive a K bullet to the face?
I know I'm living fast I'm in a race 12 get behind me put them on a chase, life on the line I can't stop today no not today
(?) chopper done put me for my lumber chopper burst I make him stumble, he tried to duck me made him fumble
Left his body as a crumble, I tried to chill out I was just too humble now I'm jumping off the walls
Breaking jaws you better not fall they deep they go hitting at the crowd (Yeah) (I'm finna go)
Hop in the Audi because I know this another body, I ain't got no gloves so my shirt on the steering wheel when I drive it
I ain't doing 60 when I spin be quick to put the whip in auto pilot, lil one you better stop taking them fucking drugs you thinking you almighty
Them bullets rip straight through your chest, pussy you don't need no vest, 556, and 7.62 gon be up straight through that
Looking through, holographic I can see the 38 up on his neck, gotta watch how he hit the car up from the side because the bullets redirect
Lil one looking, dead up in your eyes making sure everything in check, my brother say its death before designer he dying bout his respect
Its gon be a lot shots fired and putting shit to rest, bro say he took too many drugs so he finna try and shoot his best
This real life no GTA I want this shit out my way, how you gon survive a K bullet to the face?
I know I'm living fast I'm in a race 12 get behind me put them on a chase, life on the line I can't stop today no not today
(?) chopper done put me for my lumber chopper burst I make him stumble, he tried to duck me made him fumble
Left his body as a crumble, I tried to chill out I was just too humble now I'm jumping off the walls
Breaking jaws you better not fall they deep they go hitting at the crowd (Yeah)
So what you gon do? Bitch
(Beat Execs)
Gon put this bitch on you huh, Yeah
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
Bitch what you gon do?
What?
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
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