762 ​shehatesjj (Ft. ​che)

[Chorus: shehatesjj]
.762, hit it right through your ligaments
I'm chillin’, man
Sendin' out my niggas to go kill again (Pooh)
No, I cannot leave no fucking witnesses (Ah, no-no-no)
I'm worried ’bout guap, I gotta get my fucking dividends (Woah!)
Sippin' on that red, this ain't no juice (Ain't no juice, no)
Nigga can't even call no fucking truce (Don't call no truce, bitch!)
Slidin' with that yoppa, boy, got a tool (Yeah, come here)
And these bullets like a flower finna bloom (Hahahaha)

[Post-Chorus: shehatesjj]
And that choppa make that nigga lean to it
Smokin' on yo pack, lil’ bitch, I might be out of breath
And my lungs ain’t finna fill, keep on smokin' on yo gang
Oh, he keep that steel
I don’t doubt them bullets hit yo head

[Verse 1: shehatesjj]
Feelin' like [?]
I got Balenci-Balenci'
I got this choppa that aim at yo team
Don't want no smoke, this shit get griddy (Prra!)
Come on the East Side, niggas, they can’t
For me, I got a choppa, it came with a beam
Still with the money, that salary
Might take a trip down to LA, bih'
Feel like Yeat, I pull up in a Tonka truck
Bitches on my line, they say they wanna fuck
Uh, they wanna fuck with the guys
Run it back, keep me that knife
I got that ho by my side