Gotta call I was next up I went and vest up, yeah Bullets through your neck now who wanna push they chest up Everyday we slangin' iron I know you nigga fed up Niggawon't get on my trail I tell 'em bitches catch up I hit the bumper knock it loose up out the window I get loose Pushing bullets through the window fuck around And I hit 2s and 20s 12s up in the truth I get the frop I'm sending troops He was stepping in some jays now he can't even tie his shoes
He a demon (demon) , he be skeeming (skeeming) Murda in his eyes, he then seen it If he mask up then he skeeming And if he said fuck you the he mean it He a demon he be skeeming (skeeming) Murda in his eyes he then seen it If he mask up then he skeeming And if he said fuck you then he mean it
I got some s up on my chest that I can't wait to get off I got some nigga from my city I can't wait to knock off Draco hold ah hunnid tryna knock your top off Got some nigga in the cut and they can't wait to pop off Pull up on a whip you know it's murda she wrote Got some nigga coming durt cha for a couple c notes I know a pretty red bitch she got a hella of a throat Yeah I make her fuck the opps until she give me then go Bitch you know I'm the goat I got the game in a choke I'm loving on your baby mama stick my tounge in her throat My city know I'm a stepper and I keep glocks not barettas You want me dead a hunnid ain't enough you gotta do better
He a demon (demon) , he be skeeming (skeeming) Murda in his eyes, he then seen it If he mask up then he skeeming And if he said fuck you the he mean it He a demon he be skeeming (skeeming) Murda in his eyes he then seen it If he mask up then he skeeming And if he said fuck you then he mean it
Compositores: Jackie Lane Jr Plant, Fredick Ii Givens (Fredo Bang) ECAD: Obra #30441330