Oh yeah I stopped shootin choppers
I still gottem I still coppem
But im kinda tired of em
Oh yeah I dont spray and pray
Oh yeah I stalk a boy like prey for 6 nights and 7 days
I like it better this way
Oh yeah I like them .22s too
Theyre easier to use
Oh yeah I likem silenced to
So they can't hear what I do
Oh yeah
Oh yeah I dont likem silenced tho
I like a fram oil filter with no hole a threaded barrel
And its in no one name
Oh yeah I put it in a back pack
Oh yеah I cut a hole in the side of that
Oh yеah I dont wear it across my back
I got it tightened against my chest for the access
Oh yeah im on a busa Im on that bike
Ridin round town on that motorcycle
And free little dike
Oh yeah I got the helmet on so they can't see me
And its at nite so if they see me they really dont see me
Oh yeah I see you at the light I pull up beside you
Oh yeah its red so we sit for awhile
I put the bike up in neutral before I shoot you
I hit the gas and the engine just blows ass
Oh yeah
And when its loud and no one can hear
Left hand in the bag the trigger I feel I check my mirrors
Aim it at ya
Full concealment so you ain't even know you about to go bastard
You look over cuz the engine goin
I keep it revin up & I shoot you and it took a couple shots just to aim it right
I see you flinching and jumping and shit
While I hitch ya and get whitchya
And your bitch with ya but this ain't about her
Your feet ease of the brake and idle forward
Oh yeah
The backpack catch all the shell ain't none at the scene
I let go and grab the clutch Im gone at the green
30 seconds im a mile away
Police dont chase bikes cuz they know ill get away
Oh yeah I toss the shells all over the road
Where the silencer and the gloves go
Oh yeah I burn the bag and clean the gun
I change the color of the plastics on my bike for the next one
Oh yeah
Bam
I still gottem I still coppem
But im kinda tired of em
Oh yeah I dont spray and pray
Oh yeah I stalk a boy like prey for 6 nights and 7 days
I like it better this way
Oh yeah I like them .22s too
Theyre easier to use
Oh yeah I likem silenced to
So they can't hear what I do
Oh yeah
Oh yeah I dont likem silenced tho
I like a fram oil filter with no hole a threaded barrel
And its in no one name
Oh yeah I put it in a back pack
Oh yеah I cut a hole in the side of that
Oh yеah I dont wear it across my back
I got it tightened against my chest for the access
Oh yeah im on a busa Im on that bike
Ridin round town on that motorcycle
And free little dike
Oh yeah I got the helmet on so they can't see me
And its at nite so if they see me they really dont see me
Oh yeah I see you at the light I pull up beside you
Oh yeah its red so we sit for awhile
I put the bike up in neutral before I shoot you
I hit the gas and the engine just blows ass
Oh yeah
And when its loud and no one can hear
Left hand in the bag the trigger I feel I check my mirrors
Aim it at ya
Full concealment so you ain't even know you about to go bastard
You look over cuz the engine goin
I keep it revin up & I shoot you and it took a couple shots just to aim it right
I see you flinching and jumping and shit
While I hitch ya and get whitchya
And your bitch with ya but this ain't about her
Your feet ease of the brake and idle forward
Oh yeah
The backpack catch all the shell ain't none at the scene
I let go and grab the clutch Im gone at the green
30 seconds im a mile away
Police dont chase bikes cuz they know ill get away
Oh yeah I toss the shells all over the road
Where the silencer and the gloves go
Oh yeah I burn the bag and clean the gun
I change the color of the plastics on my bike for the next one
Oh yeah
Bam
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