Gang gang sending them shots to the faces
Slide in a second like stealing the bases
Metal to mouth like he still wearing bracesUpping the spade CDK hittin′ aces
We wet em up yea we split em like moses
Pop at his homies whoever's the closest
Finna get lit when i′m catching informants
Shoot for the face bitch i really been focused
I'm not these rappers i dare you to try me
We hit a lick if we see something shiny
Oppers ain't come out the crib we be camping
They think we lying this more than just rapping
I′mhoppa so big that I call that bitch tiny
And I don′t be hiding it's not hard to find me
Tryna see all they bodies collapsing
Slide with the gang and we making it happen
He ain′t on shit he just holding the pistols
Go tell yo girl better pray to them crystals
Pushing my buttons you catching a missile
Adding the K to us not beneficial
Look at the list and I want a new pack
Taking yo life and you can't get it back
I feel like a student i walk with the straps
They love to talk but it never be facts
Latina shorty I′m calling her J Lo
Rappers be cheesy ain't getting no queso
Stomp on his face til there′s blood on my fazos
Lil homies sliding whenever i say so
I give a fuck if you cop you a draco
You ain't gone use it so what did you pay fo
I'm finna leave that boy hanging like payphones
Pistol go up so yo ass better lay low
Pistol go up so yo ass better duck
Said you the goose now yo ass outta luck
Chasing you down never chasing my cup
If you beefing wit gang best be keeping it tucked
Seeing a chain then it′s probably stolen
Pulled out the pistol and look how he frozen
Bullets hit tummy and exit his colon
Wrapping the body get lost in the ocean
Crossing the gang and we planning to bust back
Keeping it low plan the hits over what′s app
Guns offa Doom they be looking like what's that
They tell me chill I be telling em fuck that
I put a cross on yo neck like a rosary
CDK winning the way it′s supposed to be
I don't condone any lames coming close to me
They ain′t gone slide ain't no way that they smoking me
There ain′t no pressure can't keep with my tempo
223 bullets gone pierce through his temple
Other words we finna fuck up his mentle
Cover yo body insurance got dental
Ain't no one better than me the studio
Give me a spliff and a bottle of julio
I want some head and a couple of groupie hoes
Spin on his block and then shoot us a movie tho
Pellets go flying it′s hitting his chest
They playing checkers while we playing chess
If you think that you slick then we come for you next
You lay in the dirt and that′s word to my set
My pistol be hoeing that's word to my ex
Don′t give a fuck I don't care bout the sex
Seeing they message I′m never gone text
If they doing they worst then I'm doing my best
Tell em don′t try me I'm not for the gimmick
Been going harder I'm pushing my limits
I′m feeling like Popeye when off of the spinach
It′s all for the game I ain't running no scrimmage
