Lil Johnny got his gun
But the opps grip them daggers, ayy
You won't get the cheese cus I'm lootin' all theses cheddars, ayy
Fuckbois be actin' edgy, now they dealin' with some killas, ayy
Pull up 21, countin' numbers, gun em down like ayy
Benjis all I need, dirty ratchets y'all can stay away
When you finna talk down to a Don
We make sure the choppas ready, strippers, baddies
Benjis rainin on these fuckin' bodies
Why this street so fuckin' empty cus we made this bloodbath
Opps too scared to diss
Bodies fell like debris
Their mom still washin' dishes
A news of kid deceased, ayy
Me and you, we steady to die anytime soon
As I pull glock out you won't last til afternoon
(Your soul had breakdown)
(Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run)
(All these 12 be poppin' people, pigs had right to use the gun)
(Your soul had breakdown)
(Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run)
(All these rich ass muthafuckas steppin' minors just for fun) ayy, ayy
Your soul had breakdown
Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run
All these 12 be poppin' people, pigs had right to use the gun
Your soul had breakdown
Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run
All these rich ass muthafuckas steppin' minors just for fun
(Your soul had breakdown)
(Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run)
(All these 12 be poppin' people, pigs had right to use the gun)
(Your soul had breakdown)
(Spot a fuckin' opp, they won't run)
(All these rich ass muthafuckas steppin' minors just for fun)