Really got shooters on standby
Really in the trenches letting grams fly
Really bout that action nigga don't die
Really Feeling Trippy bitch i'm so high
Really with the gang and they gone ride
Pass you a gun make you commit suicide
Homicides happen like hobbies
Nigga you a killer who ain't seen a dead body
Pull up you get red dotted
Goonies shooting they just headshot him
I'm terrorizing shit And its so terrifying
Claim you a savage bitch you need to verify it
Everyday me And gang wilding
Everyday all these lames hiding
Bodybags start multiplying
Nigga you are selling lies that i'm not buying
Opps probably got the motherf*cker cops spying
Modified glock got no silence hollow tips all high flying
Pull the trigger then your friends dying
Hope your last breath was satisfying
How you authentic nigga you don't gotta spine
D.G. Corleone - Bars of Death, Pt. 1 Lyrics
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Really got shooters on standby
Really in the trenches letting grams fly
Really bout that action nigga don't die
Really Feeling Trippy bitch i'm so high
Really with the gang and they gone ride
Pass you a gun make you commit suicide
Homicides happen like hobbies
Nigga you a killer who ain't seen a dead body
Pull up you get red dotted
Goonies shooting they just headshot him
I'm terrorizing shit And its so terrifying
Claim you a savage bitch you need to verify it
Everyday me And gang wilding
Everyday all these lames hiding
Bodybags start multiplying
Nigga you are selling lies that i'm not buying
Opps probably got the motherf*cker cops spying
Modified glock got no silence hollow tips all high flying
Pull the trigger then your friends dying
Hope your last breath was satisfying
How you authentic nigga you don't gotta spine
Really in the trenches letting grams fly
Really bout that action nigga don't die
Really Feeling Trippy bitch i'm so high
Really with the gang and they gone ride
Pass you a gun make you commit suicide
Homicides happen like hobbies
Nigga you a killer who ain't seen a dead body
Pull up you get red dotted
Goonies shooting they just headshot him
I'm terrorizing shit And its so terrifying
Claim you a savage bitch you need to verify it
Everyday me And gang wilding
Everyday all these lames hiding
Bodybags start multiplying
Nigga you are selling lies that i'm not buying
Opps probably got the motherf*cker cops spying
Modified glock got no silence hollow tips all high flying
Pull the trigger then your friends dying
Hope your last breath was satisfying
How you authentic nigga you don't gotta spine
Writer: D'Troy Saunders
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