[Intro]
(Jordan)
[Verse 1]
I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon' see
I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know I'm all about that 187
Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on niggas
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back
But I ain't gon' speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Beforе a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Bеfore a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch
[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
(Jordan)
[Verse 1]
I said, "Fuck it", I grabbed the MAC right off the dresser
Looking for my victim, feeling paranoid 'cause the reaper calling
I could tell all he seen was black
When this five-double-O hit him from close range, I had him falling back
Go with your move and you gon' see
I'm still digging up all these hoes, my house starting to stink from my dead enemies
I take a sip and then I ride
AK-47 chop your mama into pieces, have you crying for weeks
They know I'm all about that 187
Hit the lights at 3:00 and send them demons on niggas
Ayy, without this pole, I spit straight facts
Four hollow tips to that nigga back
But I ain't gon' speak on that
Niggas know we put them guns in the hood
Beforе a nigga had some money, fame, was chopping your hood
Bеfore a nigga had some money, I was knocking your bitches
Two Glock 40s with a thirty, I was shooting that bitch
[Chorus]
Everybody hide when we slide
I got some demons on my soul, there's angels talking when I ride
Don't make them killers pop up and hit a nigga's shit
I be in that field, I be taking risks
Ayy, I be in that field, I be taking shit
Nigga try to play with me, I'ma kill his kid
Bitch, you shouldn't have fucked with the bossest bitch
All these chains on my neck, I wish a nigga would
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