Killers outside and they active
Spin in all black
Till we catch em
Move tactic
Pop em then drop off the ratchet
Lay on the block
Or we catch em in traffic
We running drills for practice
Came wit the cap
Now we holding him captive
We go retarted and wack shit
Hop out the V and hit 3
That's a hatrick
I make a pack do back flips
I just dropped 200 lbs
Like a fat bitch
I mix the zaza wit cat piss
Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes
100 pieces the size of a tablet
40 cal stuck to my hip like a magnet
I'm 100 no dirt on my jacket
Talkin too hot I said f*ck it we crashing
Killers outside and they active
I put a price on ya head they gon cash it
I treat a brick like a elastic
Catch em and stretch em like Mr fantastic
Full of lead but the glizzy is plastic
Getting no passes we giving out caskets
Tryna see who kill em the fastest
Hit em like 7-8 times
Yeah I'm spazzing
I got too high they can't past me
I up the Nina
She doin em nasty
I can't pay for no pussy
Don't ask me
Bullets took after half his top like Cassie
Got to busy the Feds came a snatched me
Bail out then go on run tell em catch me
We go body for so match me
I'm the big homie
These niggas can't patch me
We took his watch we on timing
Soon as he get outta line
We gon line em
That water get deep ima dive in
F*ck how he rap
He wrap bricks so I signed him
My neck got too many Diamonds
Mama said this shit ain't come from no rhyming
F*ck all that mama I'm grinding
I hit a lick wit my slime then slimed em
See me they moving wit caution
I might just dump on a opp
On the walk-in
I let my glick to the talking
Nigga was moving to hot so we torched em
Piss on the spot where they chalked em
Shooters like Trey
They pull up and they hawk him
Hit em and left him portions
That nigga dead ain't no need for a coffin
Killers outside and they active
Spin in all black
Till we catch em
Move tactic
Pop em then drop off the ratchet
Lay on the block
Or we catch em in traffic
We running drills for practice
Came wit the cap
Now we holding him captive
We go retarted and wack shit
Hop out the V and hit 3
That's a hatrick
I make a pack do back flips
I just dropped 200 lbs
Like a fat bitch
I mix the zaza wit cat piss
Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes
Huh,
Right,
I had a fiend, his name was Jason
An overdose only thing he be chasing
Good dope make his heart start racing
AMG nigga lets go racing
You a rat, you came out of the station
I get the pounds straight from the Asians
38 we aint leaving no casings
(38 we aint leaving know)
I get a brick then hit it wit fetty
Brodie masked up but he aint Freddie
Jumped off the porch you better be ready
I got that white girl it aint Betty
Fronted my man some work he f*cked up
And I lost every penny
Puerto Rican fiend his name was Eddie
(Puerto Rican fiend his name was Eddie)
I get the guns from North Carolina
Selling plates like we work at the diner
Get fly do a hit in designer
Killers outside and they active
Spin in all black
Till we catch em
Move tactic
Pop em then drop off the ratchet
Lay on the block
Or we catch em in traffic
We running drills for practice
Came wit the cap
Now we holding him captive
We go retarted and wack shit
Hop out the V and hit 3
That's a hatrick
I make a pack do back flips
I just dropped 200 lbs
Like a fat bitch
I mix the zaza wit cat piss
Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes
100 pieces the size of a tablet
40 cal stuck to my hip like a magnet
I'm 100 no dirt on my jacket
Talkin too hot I said f*ck it we crashing