Grrt (War's too nasty)
Sniper the Blixky
Gang, gang, gang
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
BG4L, SG
Twirl (Gang, gang)

Why would I speak on what happened?
Just know he was lackin'
so we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came
with hella attachments, on the ratchet (On a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff
if we catch him in traffic (Twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head
with the blicky, put holes in his fashion
spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)

First nigga I see in designer, I'm killin', drill 'em
He with the treeshas
spin his Brazilian wig up (Gang, gang, gang)
Brush 'em, up it, spin, dump it
Hop out the black van
gun that boy down if he lackin', pluck him
Jump in the Bimmer
I'm with your treesha, she tryna eat up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bands just freed up (Rrah)
you the type to see opps and then freeze up (Shinе)

I think that it's time that we T up
Still scorin', 'till thesе haters D up
Twirlin' early mornin'
don't do with informants (Twirl, twirl)
We the ones performin', that's why they need us
Why would I tell you the murders
I did when I really be clappin'? (How you know?)
And no, I'm not doin' the feature
with nobody 'less it's for backends
Yes, I be taxin', don't care what you jackin'
I'm the teacher, that's subtractin' the fractions
Took that boy gun off his waist
he was lackin' (Gimme that, gimme that)
Still on the run from the jakes
I ain't chattin' (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine
Talk tough, walk up and just whack him (Rrah, rrah)
I am a killer, I kill with a passion
When will y'all see that it's deeper than rappin'?
Mission complete, I am not with the actin'
Heart cold like it's February (Ice)
My gun game, that's hereditary
I got perfect aim, so I never worry (Never worry)
I'ma drill 'em if it's necessary
I will not speak on what happened
Attention seekin' get you put in a casket
Jails in the streets, know I'm active (Active)
Know I'm cut from a different fabric
I don't bluff, ever said it's up unless you got luck
it's 'bout to get tragic
Make you disappear, I'm a magic (Shine)

Why would I speak on what happened? Just know he was lackin'
So we whacked him (He was lackin')
Brand new blicky, this shit came
with hella attachments, on the ratchet (On a ratchet)
Give him a figgy, he gon' be next in the spliff
if we catch him in traffic (Twirl)
Shit'll get sticky, aim for his head with the blicky
put holes in his fashion, spin it (Skrrt, skrrt)

(War's too nasty)