Said he want beef with the 9
I told that bitch go and slide today
I'm tryna pull up and freeze my left hand
Uh yuh you dying today
You don't know nothing bout making these bands
What can I say
I'm off an oxy I'm off a xan
Man I'm feeling lazy
I put this barrel up into his body
Pull the trigger and he turn to a zombie
The kick back I thought it was karate
Codeine now I feel like a zombie
Ima fuck up like hell next summer
Fuck her hard give her knots in her stomach
I do not play with him if he run up
You upping yo fists I'm pointing that gun up
You ain't be making no bills from yo music
Why you lying when you get in the studio
Heard yo lyrics and that shit was confusing
Like what the fuck is a pelican doing
No you ain't safe when I pull up I'm dropping bodies
I know plenty people who gon catch a homie
They can say I'm trash
I'm making bank regardless
Feel like polo cos all of these bitches heartless
If he want it
I'm bringing smoke to the party
We gon pop him he fly off like bat and drink Bacardi
I know lotta bitches who be thotties
They holding my skeng while I shoot out the Maserati
Pull up I'm sliding, you are my target
I aim at yo head not your body
Drum had some kickback thought it was karate
Suds in my mouth when I'm smiling
We get to dialing
Too late on the dot, my nigga you dying
Too hot in the kitchen you frying
Peep brain, not playing the safe game
Send a fuck boy to the pearly gates
All my diamonds dancing like it's Michael Jackson
And my teammates, they ain't ever lacking
Got an AR and the Semi 9
Yeah your bitch fine it's red or white wine
Back to the topic
(Woah-Woah)
Yo DEEP, hit me with the location
He get his face hit
Fucking yo bitch in the basement
Her mouth is getting erased
And his song was trash, and I never played it
(Huh-Huh)
Staying up late, I put the work in
Wondering why you should not play
For nothing other than the Xombies
Cos my nigga you is lazy
I'm getting payments, you getting payed less
You shop at Payless
Singing on one song, upping my net worth
Ima live forever
'For I let a fuck boy start clowning what we did
Two in the back them diamonds
Choppa gon sing like it's billie no eilish
Keep talking funny i dare you to try shit
Two in his chest and one gon hit his eyelid
Chilling I be out on the island
I be cruising I ain't with all the foul talk
Five percent tints my glock they be hiding
Open his stomach leave guts on the sidewalk
45 hit that boy now he dancing
Now he dead all up over the asphalt
Get shot if you tryna get jiffy
My boy up in Houston I ain't talkin Withney
Strapped like a dyke, blood gon spill like Henny
She Suck like a straw, I told a bitch get plenty
Good morning
I'm finna shoot yo ass right in the head
When them bullets start flying
Yo ass gon be dead
Shovels and coffins, and fuck all yo friends
All of em dead or in jail with the feds
All of em dead or In jail or they rotten
Beat his ass then we take his flag
Lay a finger on me ima motherfucking drop you
Extending the clip on glock and I got you
94 shots to his chest, watch him collapse
Like I ain't gotta go remind you
Said he want beef with the 9
I told that bitch go and slide today
I'm tryna pull up and freeze my left hand
Uh yuh you dying today
You don't know nothing bout making these bands
What can I say
I'm off an oxy I'm off a xan
Man I'm feeling lazy