They could not think one word with us, but I know they don't.
Cause I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold.
You could call me it the way I make the steam afloat.
Kill a nigga, then write a song, it's murder what he wrote.
And he been screaming, fuck these niggas, bitches, he won't do.
And if he don't got that gosh, which blade he gon' slit his throat.
Shots go back to back, we let him rip straight out his dome.
Now they on the news explaining how he ain't make it home.
And I'm just trying to blow up off making these fucking songs.
And I don't wanna hear shit cause ain't nobody put me on Independent nigga doin' this shit all on my own I got goals to reach, so bitch, I just gotta go chase him He been talkin' hot up in them songs, so we gon' face him Bow, bow, bow, bow, I shit him, feel like we just missed him
You all a do-go or center prayer, we gon' erase them.
Mask and gloves and shell, cause a bitch, they cannot retrace it.
Lost the clock and now if y'all got bread, we gon' replace it I do not trust none of y'all, swear y'all niggas be fakin'
And that whole block out, just dump the clip and leave it vacant I'm just tryna clap a nigga, bitch, I'm so damn impatient
They could not think one word with us, but I know they don't Cause I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold You could call me if the way I make the steam afloat Kill a nigga, then write a song, just murder what he wrote And he been screaming, fuck these niggas, bitches, he won't do And if he don't got that glass with blade, he gon' slit his throat Shots go back to back, we let him rip straight out his dome Now they on the news, explaining how he ain't make it home
They clean that thing, won't work with us, but I know they don't.
Cause I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold.
So accurate, without that beam, I'm taking off your nose.
And we gon' come through, shoot shit up, can't stop till they hit flow.
These niggas be so fluky, keep my eyes on my back, though.
When she was getting hot, I used the weed just for the coke.
Put a dough back on that van we shoot till we can't blow Young nigga don't value his life, reckless in them streets
Turn him to a hashtag, then put him on the tee.
Leave a nigga stretched out, he stumped out in the street.
Since he like making songs, just let the pistol be the beat.
Kill him, now they screaming man down, there's blood all on my hand now.
They say that they won't work with us, but I know they don't.
Cause I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold.
You can call me it the way I make the steam afloat.
Kill a nigga, then write a song, it's murder what he wrote.
And he's been screaming, fuck these niggas, bitches, he won't do And if he don't got that glass with blade, he gon' slit his throat Shots go back to back, we let him rip straight out his dome Now they on the news, explaining how he ain't make it home
They could not take one word with us, but I know they don't cuz I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold You could call me it the way I make the steam afloat kill a nigga and write a song is murder what he wrote
They could not, they won't work with us, but I know they don't.
Cause I come with a handful that these niggas cannot hold.
