Lyrics:
can't you tell
Bang bang, shot you dead
Bang bang, shot you dead
I made a decision,
I would never look back
So how did you end up
With all my
can't you tell
Bang bang, shot you dead
Bang bang, shot you dead
I made a decision,
I would never look back
So how did you end up
With all my
dogging the whip high speed and we sliding them corners
Bitch I trap on the block with my dogs like a hoyer
Glock 36 45 I be loading up tater tots
Head shot
back
In the skin, still making music, but that shit wack
That one pedo op, yeah, he doing bad
They probably got shot, now they all sad
Not me, I'm
hit em' up when they ain't looking and them body shots hurt
But the head shots took him
Damn
And if the red dot spot him then the hollow head got him
Lock doors on the grind
Leave me outside
Guess I'm standing out
Man you know I stay high
Feeling so fly
Guess who landing now like
2 Shots for
Dollars dollars do it all for them dollars
If you a real bitch let me see ya shot callers
If you a real niggah let me see you pop ya collar
Put ya
cleared away, on the floor lay a man
Feleena's young lover, had shot down another
And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran.
The next
on the floor with her mouth flooded
Came back out with the iron gun shot
The next motherfucker to move, is dyin!
The train came to a stop, and who gets
door
So I step right out
I put one foot
Right to the other, go
And
I move this shit
I move it
Move it
Move it up some more
Aye
Couple shots of Henny
boy I was born like that
If I spin block and man don't drop
Amma spin right back
Move yuh hand from yuh face fool!
It can't block no shots
And I don't
and takin' shots
Hennessy for my enemies, niggas know I'm takin' they spot
'Cause that score up on the play clock, show just how I came from way back
Just
on the Great Divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle, and then a couple'a boobs with
about us, fuck them
We the new illuminati
I got the set
That you fuck with the set, when I give you the set
Ain't be holding me back, gotta hold me
Yeah
We gon keep sliding til the opps dead
Hear that fuck nigga dissin, them shots spread
We on a mission to get it my nigga we dont give a fuck what
just to be them
I turn around and my back is bleeding
Can't see who shot the shot
Can't see them
My vision
Is weakened
By my own forces
I can't keep up
keep on dissin' on me, shoot his ass up in the back
And you know I'm in the city, bitch, I'm in the fuckin' Raq
Goddamn, all the way I'm with a bad bitch
keep your pigs in a pen
I see you going after Big Foot
Hunting me down for da sport
Keeping to da forest cuz they
Stab in da back with a fork.
See you
me up
Take a shot for everyone cause we be balling cause we up
I've been chilling for a minute so I had to pick it up
If you get up out your spot, you
said I'm photoshopped
She a fan man hoe don't stop
But bitch don't get too close
I said "Back up or get shot"
Back up or get shot
Back up or get shot
these
Cops on they back
He shot once, I let off mine first (BOOM)
Nothins worse than ya momma see
You ridin' in a Hersse
This 12'' Gauge'll knock a
Coward
freaky
And doin' what when we back at the spot
Magnums come out the box and never go back in the box
She take shots like backshots, she's backing
away
I just pray I feel better when
I sleep and wake up tomorrow
Left foot, right foot, keep walkin'
Left foot, right foot, keep walkin'
Don't look back
a pile in the back of your closet
Our un-sold merch
Couple stickers and shirts
Fading old memories shot in 480p
At our concerts
You can fit the best years
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