Catch one of y'all slippin' out here, murderin', murderin' my momma Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Try to run here and get that far Fits gäla L'Oreal, tryna spin that block Gangggäng, gone switch that car Kill an Ibrá, they get blasted Lore ain't gon' spank that TARD Hangin' out, all black Suburbans Blicky, gone hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Tryna run here and get that far Fits Géla L'Oreal, tryna spin that block Gangggäng, gone switch that car Kill an Ibrá, they get blasted Lore ain't gon' spank that TARD Hanging out, all black Suburbans Blicky, gone hit that target Whole lotta Styles have this face, so if it do Go ahead, got the roof with a Draco Back from the M's and the case closed Blood on my kicks, got some stompin' in space, so Chop up, fill in with a chainsaw No cap, I'm in the booth with a bankroll Stuff in the clip, a whole tray, oh He ain't gon' shoot, why the f**k is he gang flow? Run up on Fetty, catch Fetty, that's Fetty Countin' hella bands, we ain't chase that Zelly Henny on, henny on, henny on, henny Gang in the spot, get deady on that Bustin' a 40, spin on your shorty Don't do Bacardi, don't do Bacardi Bust your piñata, open your mata Shoot up the party, mata, mata Do we live? Beat up like Marley If I'm not on the A's, then I'm in the fields Or I'm up in Garvey Clip that mean hella bodies Spin your hood and kill anybody If he missin', the medics got him He ain't dead, but we paralyzed him Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Try to run, he ain't get that far Fist bolt, try to spin that block Gang gang, gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day, get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that chart Hangin' out, all black Suburbans Blinky gon' hit that target Gettin' money off the Zelly In and out, I like a deli Free that s**t, Skrillex Put a bullet in his belly PnB some f**kin' telly, f**kin' up a shot We don't do the jumpin' Shotgun, start the pumpin' See him slippin', I'ma dump it Kill a d**k, then we dump him Throw his body in the dumpster Spin through like, ayy He move and walk, he get shot in the face I heard they droppin' the bricks But we got the addy and we on the way Swervin', lurkin', slippin' Murk him, purge with burners This a murder person Put him in the dirt They got his face prints on his shirt Hop out, strap drawn, head tap Try to run, he ain't get that far Spin through two shooters, one driver We gon' kill that boy We gon' bend that block We gon' f**k You gon' hear that noise All we know is that opps Know what time to select shots Hit him in his head, top Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Try to run, he ain't get that far Fistbowl, try to spin that block Gang, gang, gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day Get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that target Hangin' out, all black suburbans Blinky gon' hit that target Hoodie on, mask on, strap drawn Try to run, he ain't get that far Fistbowl, try to spin that block Gang, gang, gon' switch that car Kill a opp, broad day Get blasted Lawyer gon' spank that target Hangin' out, all black suburbans Blinky gon' hit that target