#Fuxxwidditent. Don’t wanna see me shooter like Mike or number 24 just upped the score caught an opp at the store all he heard was da bang from a forty four smell that loud pack it’s your mans the bitch flying out the doors fast everyone blowing on it it don’t last Out on the block from day to night got the game in a chokehold tight grip let the bullets from the blicky rip no need for a vest headshots all we aiming for target on your back rifle in hands yeah rahhhhh last light seen from da heat of a barrel staring down running Round we hawk em down chase em down mask on Michael meyers surrounded by snakes liars cowards ooh my have no fear glizzy tearing thru cartilage body’s on the floor looking like whores had to son em boy do your chores basket case order a casket set the date make da mistake of trying play get laid out lights out goodnight for da rest of your life should stayed on the sidelines like a cheerleader ooh shit he a bleeder feel da heater Turn the fan on for your mans cool em down watch the soul leave his body in hell where he dwells now falling out can’t save everybody in life some people gotta learn the hard way I’m a demon they took my heart away sitting in that cell felt like a couple thousand years shed no tears suit up its wartime on these tiers pack a potg pole on the go gettem for the low throwing blows what y’all know bout doing time