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
Brand new blicky
This shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy
He gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky
Aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it
First nigga I see in designer, I'm killin', drill 'em
He with the treeshas, spin his Brazilian wig up
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
Bands just freed up
You the type to see opps and then freeze up (Shine)
I think that it's time that we T up
Still scorin' 'til these 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'?
And no, I'm not doin' the feature with nobody unless 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'
Still on the run from the jakes, I ain't chattin'
I'm in this bitch that you wouldn't imagine
Talk tough, walk up and just whack him
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
My gun game, that's hereditary, I got perfect aim, so I never worry
I'ma drill 'em if it's necessary
How would I 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 bound 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
Brand new blicky
This shit came with hella attachments on a ratchet
Give him a figgy
He gon' be next in the spliff if we catch him in traffic
Shit'll get sticky
Aim for his head with the blicky, put holes in his fashion, spin it
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(War's too nasty)