歌词
Pressa:
Yeah
They know that I talk sh1t but I can back it up
They know that’ll spill she ain’t talkin double cup
My little n1gga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood
Shy Glizzy:
You got a body, oh wow
Murder for hire, pow pow
Big dog I’m no little Bow Wow
I’m here to take you out for some thou ous
Pressa:
Take him down, we need that (need it)
Murder caught on camera we gon’ watch a recap
You lose and you gone b1tch there ain’t no rematch
You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman
Shy Glizzy:
But though the mail we send him straight to hell
Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell
They try to give me the death penalty i’m not gon’ tell (No No)
I’m returning all my enemies that’s fxcking real
Pressa:
They do’t like me but they gon’ have to fxck with it
We put that fire on a n1gga like a arsonist
I keep my circle select and always one in the head
You see my lawyer Anthony I highly recommend death
Shy Glizzy:
What’s up hoes, don’t make me put this pump to your fxcking dome
Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on
She say come on, told her ok baby I won’t take too long
Uh oh, this b1tch damn went crazy won’t leave me alone
Pressa:
Aye Glizzy Boy why these n1ggas cappin they ain’t really slime
Walk past my n1gga a shooter call him 35
Caught a rack, tryna’ sell it faster than a apple pie
Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassas never die
Shy Glizzy:
Dollar signs (Ching ching), All the time (All the time)
And all the dimes, they fall in line
Won’t never do no snitchin’ Nuh uh no sir (Uh uh)
These n1ggas they be b1tches I’m talkin muy -
(Young Jefe Holmes)
Pressa:
They know that I talk sh1t but I can back it up
They know that spill she ain’t talkin double cup
My little n1gga 15 and all he see is blood
And all he see is blood
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