Big shotty
Hop out the window
Pull up on blocks
And we letting it go
They don't know nuin
Bout gang
Or bands
Nor packs
So how they gon talk bout road
Money on me ugh
Run in the scene ugh
They don't know nuin about me
Pull up on me ugh
I got the beam ugh
We turn this shit to a murder scene
Big shotty
Hop out the window
Pull up on blocks
And we letting it go
They don't know nuin
Bout gang
Or bands
Nor packs
So how they gon talk 'bout
Big shotty
Hop out the window
Pull up on blocks
And we letting it go
They don't know nuin
Bout gang
Or bands
Nor packs
So how they gon talk bout road
Money on me ugh
Run in the scene ugh
They don't know nuin about me
Pull up on me ugh
I got the beam ugh
We turn this shit to a murder scene
45 or the 32
Acp clip
Gotta do that too
Hear a man talk
Grab the bang
Like who?
Told bro no one's on me
So no one's on u
No one on us r u mad ugh
Will smith they're some actors
Big shotty make you splatter
Making your marj' sad
This time last year was miskeen
'Magine they knew I'm 16
Grab the habad make you scream
I got your girl on her knees
She saying that she want me
Lil' shawty I had to leave
She saying that she want me
Stepping with a 45
Aiming it at your guys
Blood splatter
Killing your guys
Aiming it at your spine
Rolling with this 45
Aiming it at your spine
Tell your mum her son died
Tell your mum her son died
Uh oh
45 or the steel
Still gon' make you feel
They ain't ever gon' run off
We gon' grab the ting and make the kill
Pull up on blocks and you feeling the steel
In the booth ima show you how I feel
Shotty or steel
Show how you feel
I ain't gon' stop 'til I'm hitting that kill Big shotty
Hop out the window
Pull up on blocks
And we letting it go
They don't know nuin
Bout gang
Or bands
Nor packs
So how they gon talk bout road
Money on me ugh
Run in the scene ugh
They don't know nuin about me
Pull up on me ugh
I got the beam ugh
We turn this shit to a murder scene
Left back in a dinger
Pull up turn 'em to singers
Shooting shots like I'm Lingard
Shooting shots like I'm Lingard
Guys keep thinkin they bad still
They listen to too much New York drill
Shells and spinners
Man we lose our chill
Fake utes
Gotta blast dem they ain't real
They listen to way too much NY
I watched Hickock 45
Taught me how to reload that bine
Clock that in
When i aim for eyes
They don't know 'bout mine
Big shotty hopping out they're switching
Sides
Big shotty
Hop out the window
Pull up on blocks
And we letting it go
They don't know nuin
Bout gang
Or bands
Nor packs
So how they gon talk bout road
Money on me ugh
Run in the scene ugh
They don't know nuin about me
Pull up on me ugh
I got the beam ugh
We turn this shit to a murder scene