CityKidd - 1800 Mix Wit Redd Lyrics

Take his block down, switchy how that Glock sound
Damn near put a drum on it no these not no stock rounds
Ion like to mess wit niggas f*ck them niggas cross town
Put the beef to rest why the medics bringin sheets out
Can't talk about the shit we did 1800 mix wit Redd
Drank I'm sippin got me leanin took it to the head
I ain't gotta sprite mix the Fanta up instead
Roll up a Dutch spark a opp he was talkin out his neck
Late night all black mask creepin on his whip
Countin money gettin high so we sent him onna trip
Lackin he was sleep he wasn't even at his crib
Pulled up onna bitch thinkin he was gon hit
First Person up close I don't wanna get to graphic
Open the door it was onna side street no traffic
Wasn't no footage of it, but trust me it was tragic
Grim Reaper takin souls make him disappear like magic
So it was two to his chest one to his head
Spread the rest of em out make it fun for the Feds
Chalk his body out on the street where he bled
Dead end street where the investigation led
Take his block down, switchy how that Glock sound
Damn near put a drum on it no these not no stock rounds
Ion like to mess wit niggas f*ck them niggas cross town
Put the beef to rest why the medics bringin sheets out
Can't talk about the shit we did 1800 mix wit Redd
Drank I'm sippin got me leanin took it to the head
I ain't gotta sprite mix the Fanta up instead
Roll up a Dutch spark a opp he was talkin out his neck