(Jordan)
I said, “Fuck it”, I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Lookin’ for my victim, feelin’ paranoid ’cause the reaper callin’
I can tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from
Close range, I had him fallin’ back
Go with your move and you gon’ see
I’m still diggin’ up all these hoes, my
House startin’ to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you cryin’ for weeks
They know I’m all about that 187
Hit the lights at three o’clock and send them demons on niggas, ayy
Without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back, but I ain’t gon’ speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Before a nigga had some money, Fay was choppin’ your hood
Before a nigga had some money, I was knockin’ your bitch
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shootin’ that bitch
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, those angels talkin’ when I ride
Don’t make them killers pop up and hit a nigga shit
I be in that field, I be takin’ risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be takin’ shit
Nigga try to play with me, I’ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn’t fuck with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
Pistol, AR up in a Maybach
Nigga flexin’ all that bread and I’ma take that
All my opps dead, I got ’em smacked off a PayPal
Niggas talkin’ pounds, I got that bread on that Cash App
A young nigga smooth like a nigga should be
OG, young nigga, but I’m stackin’ blue cheese
I wish they would try to play me like a kitchen cabinet
But whole time, they ain’t on shit
‘Cause when them .223’s hit a young nigga whip
He dead and you cannot bring him back
Put him in that casket, you got his mama sad
I ain’t no bitch ’cause I’ma take that risk
I don’t fuck with FNs, I got Glocks on my hip
I’ll have them shooters layin’ in your grass
It ain’t no whip that we don’t know
They get to runnin’ when I bounce out with that four-four
I hit that nigga with this chopper in his damn nose
I know his big brother hella mad
Then why you ain’t stand up on that business, nigga?
These niggas really bitches, swear to God I can feel it
Get that nigga get back, you still gon’ get clapped
Say that one more time, bitch, you still gon’ get clapped
They know I roll that nigga every day up in a tree
Two bands for a body, I’ma catch him in the streets
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, those angels talkin’ when I ride
Don’t make them killers pop up and hit a nigga shit
I be in that field, I be takin’ risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be takin’ shit
Nigga try to play with me, I’ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn’t fuck with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
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