Way to cash it!

Check, check, check.

Drop.

Okay.

What am I about to say with a blanket?

Scoot, scoot, scoot.

Gang, gang, gang.

Paranoid, I keep thinking about death.

Oh, for perk, I be feeling my best.

Last I've died trying to catch me a next.

Better yet, we trying to kill your whole set.

Niggas cat, but they know what we do.

Super say how my niggas go cool Look through the floors, try to capture the wolf We won't leave till we capture the few

Once he drop, I'ma empty the rest.

Push B to M, now I'm fixing the tent.

Pull up and sweep him.

Hurry, got swept.

I be with demons, we just gon' step Run up on a op, click clack, no face, no case Like I'm covered in tape

Niggas be trolls, always dropping the brakes till they end up on 1090J.

Call a shot of clock, throw this fighter off, bet he lick a shot.

Fell in love with Glock, love the way it flop.

It be fun and games until a nigga shot.

Niggas cap, they be ducking that taco.

Bro don't be dripping, but he got a chato.

Then I'm telling Mary, no, we got those.

If my jewels on, just know the notch's closed.

Caught a face shot, so now the box closed.

In a fast whip with a bad bitch.

In a foreign car, we serving potholes.

Double parked, I'm gripping on the Glock, though.

Gang do a whole lot of flashing and stepping and blinking.

It ain't no question.

Ain't gotta ask him.

I kill.

He gonna complete the mission.

He dead.

catch him seven six two five five six three oh eight he on a stretcher by myself i spin in a tesla send a blitz get him hit like lester hold on i heard a lot trying to troll on us get the back door from the trees drop the low on him try to get low bullet bro had a scope on him try to shoot back we had too many poles on him

Body gon' drop, have my steppers pop out both ways.

I'm a stock, okay.

Woke up on an odd broad day with a snub

That's a first

I ain't drop shells, I know if I get caught ain't no bail so I can't leave a trace Think I'm addicted to gunplay, gun spray, I love the sound of the trick

Bitch, I'm a killer, no teardrops Shoot so much that it don't make my ears pop Spin through the block, try and catch me a new Like, who?

That's you So much maneuvers, I'm bustin' a move Nah, bro, that's true A lot of them niggas, they didn't get back for it Real talk

That's dope.

That's dope.

That's dope.

Cause bitch I might be.

Your homie might die in this movie.

So do the right thing like Spike Lee.