You know what the fuck going on
NLE muhfuckin' choppa
The Top Shotta you hear me?
I stand on top of shit
We doin' this shit ay
I whip the pack like Ike and Tina
I just copped me a Beamer
Used to ridin' steamers
I'm hot as jalapeños
Bitch I'm sellin' out
Arenas they say he entertain us
Then if you try to tame us
I bet we leave you stained up
Whole lotta sticks in the house
It's a gun show
Bullets get him
Wet like a motherfuckin' poncho
I don't think none of
Y'all niggas want gun smoke
Don't second guess this shit I'm gon' blow
Whole lotta shots when they come out the Drac'
Chop a nigga up then put him in the lake
Shiesty young nigga they call me a snake
Ayy fuck all that
Trick shoot 'em in the face
Send a hit at five he was dead by six
Got shot seven times
But the eighth shot missed
Nine shots in the clip
Coulda swore that it was ten
Didn't fuck with 12 I was eleven again
I need me a trophy the best to sin
You niggas ain't straight y'all lesbians
And fuck your dead homie I'll say it again
If he come back to life he dead again
Try to fight me he gon' fight for his life
Swing with what? I'ma swing with the pipe
Ayy take his life straight
Jacket music I belong in asylum
Felonies and felonies
That what they keep on sellin' me
This recipe is deadly see
I be drippin' like relish me
Ayy ayy shoot him in
The head shoulda had on a hard hat
We finish the beef as soon as you start that
Bitch I shoot first
Why the fuck would I spark back?
If you really a thug
Let me see where your heart at
If I say catch a body
Lil' nigga you catchin' it?
If I tell you run out
Is you really finessin' it?
If I give you a brick are
You gon' sell that shit?
If you get in a jam
Are you gon' start tellin' shit?
Where is the smoke
'Cause bitch I'm inhalin' it
Just like the army we got some artillery
Can they free my dawgs? I'm being sincerely
'Nother opp died a nigga like Seriously?
Damn another one? Nigga we shot
Him and then we killed his brother
Damn we might as well get the mother
Nigga say he don't like
Doing drills I love 'em
If my brother don't like 'em I don't
Somebody tell him he in trouble
I paid too much
For my mothafuckin' guns for me to scuffle
Gangsta young nigga I feel like Gucci
Fucked her so hard
Left blood on the coochie
Made her say Ooh put my thumb in the booty
I be damned this dumbass ho just pooted
Who ain't with the murder? Lil' nigga I kill
That night he died that was my idea
Told my niggas slide
Make sure he won't live
But that's a lil' secret
Just keep it concealed
My metal a MAC and I bet I attack
It's a hunnid somethin' shots in this gat
So get back
He thought I was lyin' that shit was a fact
Got shot in his
Spine but you watchin' his back
Fuck you tal'm 'bout haha
Fuck they gon' do fuck they thinkin' ayy
You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh uh lil' top Shoota
Uh uh lil' top Shotta bitch
Fuck you talkin' about