Smoke An Opp OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Chorus]
I'm the type to come without a weapon and leave with one
We gon’ send you up to Heaven, you gon' see the sun
There's some snakes in my grass, got a mower just to see them run
Don’t switch on me just like P done done
Heat 'em up, heat 'em up, we got choppas for your boys
Heat 'em up, heat 'em up, we'll light you up, so please avoid
Heat 'em up, heat 'em up, don’t play with me, I’m not a toy
Yeah, you thinkin' that you hard, but IRL, we turn to Floyd

[Verse 1]
Boy, pleasе, don’t get me annoyed
You donе pissed me off already, I might send you to the void
I might send you to the Gulag, Wales is turnin' to Detroit
Killings in the UK on the daily, look how it go, country destroyed
Boris Johnson the way I talk and act
I hit your bitch up, view the picture, we be movin' mad
They some snakes for real
You got my bitch? I've got the pill
You got the addy? I’ve got the drill
You've got my opps? Then, go on, kill
We start a storm up in this bitch 'cause we don't fuck with them
We turned a twelve into six 'cause we went cuttin' them
Choppa eat you up, you gettin' smaller, Benny Button them
I'm fucking with this bitch and she just don't know how I could fuck with them, yeah