[Verse 1]
I ain't never needed a nigga to come shoot for me
Everywhere I go, all of my shows, I keep that tool with me
You holler you want smoke, I got a joe, I keep them cools with me
I guess you tryna blow so watch bitch you gon' make the news for free
See Glizzy, that nigga there gon' spin a loop for me
Hang out the roof for me and put 'bout twenty in your coupe for me
But usually I like to step alone, that shit ain't new to me
Run up, I bust it all, two to the skull gon' put your ass to sleep
Now let me run you a lap about some shit that happened
Some blind shooters spent all seven and they went to clappin'
Let off damn near thirty shots and they ain't just cappin'
One of my brothers end up popped, that lil bitch been savage
One thing I know, it ain't gon' stop until they see a casket
It was your chance, you had your shot, now this bitch target practice
Wet up your spot, they moved out, but we gon' meet in traffic
Or catch 'em outside they new house and turn they shit to ashes, but look
Long story short, a couple niggas gotta see the grave
Shit done went too far, ain't no remorse, my youngins slangin' K's
Fuck hittin' out the car, we in your, we in your yard tryna remove your fade
Could've smashed your boy but his mama the reason he saved
My auntie said Mark, listen son, you need to change your ways
I told her not to be smart, but see this gun, I clutch it every day
They want take my place so that thirty stick right by the waist
Run up lose your face, watch that forty blow your shit away
Boom boom boom, pussy bitch, you can get erased
Ain't no gettin' away, it's over with when I hold baby K
Really ain't gotta aim, just let it spray and send you to your grave
Man it's a closed case, no trace, I hit the interstate
I ain't never needed a nigga to come shoot for me
Everywhere I go, all of my shows, I keep that tool with me
You holler you want smoke, I got a joe, I keep them cools with me
I guess you tryna blow so watch bitch you gon' make the news for free
See Glizzy, that nigga there gon' spin a loop for me
Hang out the roof for me and put 'bout twenty in your coupe for me
But usually I like to step alone, that shit ain't new to me
Run up, I bust it all, two to the skull gon' put your ass to sleep
Now let me run you a lap about some shit that happened
Some blind shooters spent all seven and they went to clappin'
Let off damn near thirty shots and they ain't just cappin'
One of my brothers end up popped, that lil bitch been savage
One thing I know, it ain't gon' stop until they see a casket
It was your chance, you had your shot, now this bitch target practice
Wet up your spot, they moved out, but we gon' meet in traffic
Or catch 'em outside they new house and turn they shit to ashes, but look
Long story short, a couple niggas gotta see the grave
Shit done went too far, ain't no remorse, my youngins slangin' K's
Fuck hittin' out the car, we in your, we in your yard tryna remove your fade
Could've smashed your boy but his mama the reason he saved
My auntie said Mark, listen son, you need to change your ways
I told her not to be smart, but see this gun, I clutch it every day
They want take my place so that thirty stick right by the waist
Run up lose your face, watch that forty blow your shit away
Boom boom boom, pussy bitch, you can get erased
Ain't no gettin' away, it's over with when I hold baby K
Really ain't gotta aim, just let it spray and send you to your grave
Man it's a closed case, no trace, I hit the interstate
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