I been floating the city solo
By myself behind 5 percent
Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me
Got two tops popped I got them picked
See where your block, I'm finna spin
Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin
Everything gets entertained
I spin my Glock while I bust his brain
Beaucoup dead bodies steady piling
Bitch don't say a thing
Catching kills, feel like I'm fucking shit similar
That shit the same
You supposed to be my brother, my n---a
Why would you change, Imma bang
Cousin got pussies tryna take my name
Everything incriminated got elevated, got n---as tellin' on the gang
A Process of elimination
They intimidated by the way that I'm doing my thing
Get crossed out, zoomed in like a hawk
Run down, exchange flames
Make a n---a bleed, yeah, bitch
What you wanna do?
Make a n---a bleed, bitch, yeah
This shit ain't new
Make a n---a bleed, yeah, bitch
Got blood on my shoe
I don't know how the fuck I do it, but I just do
I been floating the city solo
By myself behind 5 percent
Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me
Got two tops popped I got them picked
See where your block, I'm finna spin
Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin
I been out my fucking body
Catching bodies that's a hobby
Behind no murder that's straight violence
Even though I'm a trending topic
You gon see me cock it, you gon see me pop a n---a
OxyContin in my body, on them drugs I be nodding, n---a
Tryna stop your heart, sending darts
Wreck your ass like a wrecking car
You know murder be 'bout my Bleedas
See 'bout my Bleedas, I'm a take it far
Tryna shut you down like a push to start
I'm a thief in the night, I'll steal your heart
Got souls, under my soles, I don't even know where to start
Are you ready boy?
Don't run bitch, come here
Gotta take your soul, you ain't even much from here
Shine like a blind man pussy why you ain't got your gun here
Dae c'mon fuck no I ain't done here
Drop them bodies that's all I know
When you catch a opp, put a tag on his toe
When the switch go off, get low, limbo
Or your fucking face's gonna be meeting the floor
I been floating the city solo
By myself behind 5 percent
Lost my rifle on a chase with cops two Glocks 'cause it was me
Got two tops popped I got them picked
See where your block, I'm finna spin
Big long choppers hit his chest, it burns like vodka and some gin