
Black Snow Tha God Fahim
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[Chorus/Intro]
Yeah, uh
Uh, hail Mary, Jesus Christ
I shot him twice, had to take his fuckin' life
Hail Mary, Jesus Christ
I shot him twice
Check it, yo
[Verse]
Who want static? Hoppin' out the drop with automatics
What's the schematics? I need the money out the plastic bag
Rastas grab autos out the MCM duffels
Robbin' to hustle, burn you like American Muscle
Could never trust you, dirty niggas be in your home
Blow your brains on your Tempur-Pedic memory foam
The red zone is somewhere you wouldn't want to be on
That's how it's gon' look when I drop one in your dome
Hit my man Ichibanz for bands, exchangin' hand-to-hand
Stretch the work like Van Damme is the master plan
Stash the blam right after I blast your mans
Makin' niggas disappear like Casper can
It's war, casualties is common
I pull the hammer from the waist, the Eagle hit him like a lineman
The prime minister of sinister, I'm tryna finish ya
You pass to Damascus
Your death be slower than molasses
Searin' slugs pass through your glasses
Dipped in acid, your body contaminated
From the shots that was blasted
Pick a casket and meet a slow death
Take your time to value your last breath
Yeah, uh
Uh, hail Mary, Jesus Christ
I shot him twice, had to take his fuckin' life
Hail Mary, Jesus Christ
I shot him twice
Check it, yo
[Verse]
Who want static? Hoppin' out the drop with automatics
What's the schematics? I need the money out the plastic bag
Rastas grab autos out the MCM duffels
Robbin' to hustle, burn you like American Muscle
Could never trust you, dirty niggas be in your home
Blow your brains on your Tempur-Pedic memory foam
The red zone is somewhere you wouldn't want to be on
That's how it's gon' look when I drop one in your dome
Hit my man Ichibanz for bands, exchangin' hand-to-hand
Stretch the work like Van Damme is the master plan
Stash the blam right after I blast your mans
Makin' niggas disappear like Casper can
It's war, casualties is common
I pull the hammer from the waist, the Eagle hit him like a lineman
The prime minister of sinister, I'm tryna finish ya
You pass to Damascus
Your death be slower than molasses
Searin' slugs pass through your glasses
Dipped in acid, your body contaminated
From the shots that was blasted
Pick a casket and meet a slow death
Take your time to value your last breath
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