Crucifix

(Seeto, baby!) Yeah, it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick F-f-fuck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell And it's fuck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in hell Had to beat your ass once, and I'ma do it again I don't know how I'm finna do it if you ain't spinning that Benz .33 in my jeans, I feel like Kobe up in '96 Five bullets hit him, so then I left him on a crucifix Never dumped a clip, cause when I shoot bitch, I never miss Stripped you off your gold, you bought it back, you a fucking bitch Ayy, ayy, .556 knock your lights out Known to get it poppin' up any second, we don't fight now Typing on the net, but now he's dead, he can't type now Known to get it poppin' up any second, we don't fight now Yeah, it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick Pull up on the side, got the yiki if he talk tough Cookies in my wood, big exotic, we don't smoke puffs Wock I just poured off, and I mix it with the sprite Yeah, I give your bitch the pipe, then I'm turning off the lights Bitch say goodbye, I don't ever say goodnight Yeah, what I do is wrong, yeah, I never been right Fucking with the side that you never even slid for You talking about your time up in the city, bitch I did more Wocky in my bag, and if you ask, yes, I did pour How much? Not a two, this a whole four Diamonds O, bustdown on my neck, bitch Quarter pound Cuban, I got three on my neck bitch Politics, yeah, I'm never for the politics Pull up on side and drop the window, I'ma stalk the bitch Never let it go, if it's up there, it's stuck there Bringing up your city, when there's never any funk there Fuck the crew, fuck your gang and your dead guys Fuck D03, yeah, his brother in the damn sky Talking like you're tough, you get blown like a damn fly (You get blown like a damn fly) (Seeto, baby!) Yeah, it's fuck the opposition and everybody that's associated I ain't even talking, we gon' shoot, we ain't negotiating Glock 19, it's Gen 3 and it's gon' bust quick Your ex-bitch laughing, and she telling me you bust quick F-f-fuck your homeboy, hope he stay in a cell And it's fuck your dead homie, hope he rotting down in hell Had to beat your ass once, and I'ma do it again I don't know how I'm finna do it if you ain't spinning that Benz .33 in my jeans, I feel like Kobe up in '96 Five bullets hit him, so then I left him-