Equip the mask
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
All that shit you talkin bout, is so f*ckin fictious
Let's get it finished
That fo' five, chrome finish
No shots missin'
This shit, easy, nother victim
Yo clique witcha
That gunfire start to pick up
Hop in the pickup
Ya body in the back we ditch ya
You ain't no killa
I see right through the facade
The AR, I up that red dot and let it hit ya
Ya bitch on me, I'm sorry, got my dick up in ha
Equip the mask
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
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Equip the mask
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
All that shit you talkin bout, is so f*ckin fictious
Let's get it finished
That fo' five, chrome finish
No shots missin'
This shit, easy, nother victim
Yo clique witcha
That gunfire start to pick up
Hop in the pickup
Ya body in the back we ditch ya
You ain't no killa
I see right through the facade
The AR, I up that red dot and let it hit ya
Ya bitch on me, I'm sorry, got my dick up in ha
Equip the mask
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
All that shit you talkin bout, is so f*ckin fictious
Let's get it finished
That fo' five, chrome finish
No shots missin'
This shit, easy, nother victim
Yo clique witcha
That gunfire start to pick up
Hop in the pickup
Ya body in the back we ditch ya
You ain't no killa
I see right through the facade
The AR, I up that red dot and let it hit ya
Ya bitch on me, I'm sorry, got my dick up in ha
Equip the mask
Then hit the gas
Then put a hit up on they ass
I'm driving past
Put down the window let it blast
Empty the mag
You see this life never a drag
I catch you slack
Then I'm gon put you in a bag
And leave you tagged
I take you out the picture
They'd never figure
Out who that mothaf*ckin killa
Behind the trigga
Thats blood money kill him, spillin' blood make me richer
Be cautious when you put that stick up
Writer: Jason Black
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid