Still Talkin' Shit Video (MV)

Creepin' on em, then I chop em'
Bodies flying, to the chopper
Sippin' lean I'm an urban doctor
24's in a helicopter
Rest in peace, nigga you the man
Call me Kobe, go out with a bang
Couple g's I'm like oh man
They sleepin' on me like old man
I'm ashamed of you oh man
'tsk' 'tsk' Like Coke cans
Said they want smoke from the man
Roger that nigga it's on demand
Niggas cut throats, we gon' cut throats
Old ties bring a lotta' trouble
Aye what's up through, where'd my cup go?
Old ties here said we cut those
Big glock, but I gotta' tuck it though
Bip bop, nigga call me Huxtable
Bear arms, gotta walk uncomfortable
Bear hugs, I ain't really huggable
Want beef, but I said it's nothing dawg
Peel his top back like a lunchable
My Pit bull hungry and it's feeding time
Own homies probably givin' me evil eyes
Serial scratched, I'm gon' put it between his eyes
Can't make it out, read in between the lines
Pull the trigger tell me what he gon' realize
Everything in his mind getting redefined
Praise god, said you wanted to meet him right?
Coupe coupe, at his top cause I took it off
Made it rain, man he couldn't collect his thoughts
Mind race, like he ate up the adderall
Feel the burn, probably thought it was methanol
Hit his head yo, watch him bend tho'
Nigga died, now he stuck in limbo
Let his beans drip like espresso
Loud noise desecrate his temples
Shots sent, but I really meant those
Watch his head turn to coke and Mentos
All high notes no crescendo
Probably wondering how the kid did it though
Shootin' planets hit his whole centripetal
Shift his mass you could say its physical
Pair of bulls metal on me biblical
Block spinning, top drilling
He's dead but the steel living
Wipe his frown till it's upside down
I keep losing rounds, but I'm still winning
In the field gnome on ya front lawn
Playin games but he won't respawn
Banana clips till the skin peel off
Hit the whip, we gon' shift the sticks
We gon' shoot and drift right before we peel off
Snatch his watch, take the whole wrist off
Audemars, sounds like it's for Mars
Can he walk the walk when I take his kicks off?
Burner on him, like he playin' with the stove
Hot shells, but his body gettin' cold
Magazines, he get every story told
Break him down til' he turn to minerals
Chopper stutter in sporadic intervals
Autopsy got them counting syllables
In his coffin lookin' hella pitiful
Pray for em, if I'm prayin' on em'
In the room with the deuce deuce
Named it bad news, gotta lay it on em
I be in my bag, he be in a bag
How to hide a body we like problem solving
Desert Eagle got the hawk spittin'
Hundred rounds that's a hot minute
One shot leave his block shifted
We gon' catch a body leave the chalk with em
(MARS)