Execution Style

[Verse 1]

Yo, crocodile surround the watch dial, get the watch out

If I catch your wife outta pocket, pal, I'ma knock her down (Uh)

Don't need to get wild, hostile with the cops around

You was just docile

Now you yappin' all loud but that ain't my kinda crowd

Like a female with a hot body count

We can only vibe if she buy me a house

For now, we can't chill or pow-wow without a few hundred thou' from my account

Now, I'm talkin' 'bout supplying the drought, took the powder to Rocky Mount

Had a shootout, only a few can vouch

It's only truth to come out my mouth

My homie Q lost two from the bout (Uh)

He caught up with the kid and slit him execution style (True story)

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up (Execution style)

Now I got him backed up

Homie pulled up exеcution style

He was like, "Yo, Rob, you nigga donе stole me in the mouth?"

I wait for one to act up (Woah, that shit was crazy)

Now I got him backed up (Uh)

Gun to his neck now, react what?

[Verse 2]

Yo, Silk Road, silver and gold, one long stem rose

Sports Illustrated centerfold, hoes pose in expensive overcoats

Show these bitches my boat 'cause I'm a showboat

They can't touch the gold, I'm Mayweather doin' the shoulder roll (Woo)

Thought they had me on the ropes (Ropes), rope-a-dope (Uh)

Close the windows to your soul, there's no one home (You gone)

You know how the old saying go, "When in Rome"

[?], we grown and everything that glitter ain't gold (Mm)

Get your main thing stole, been had the game in a stranglehold

Shave the blow, gave it to Razor Ramon

Blow your brains out in the old Range Rove', you know how gangsters roll

Uh

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up (Execution style)

Now I got him backed up (Uh)

Gun to his neck now, react what? (Uh)

I wait for one to act up (Execution style)

Now I got him backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what? (Yo)

[Verse 3]

Oxblood ballets, colors vary

Gotta carry if you lack muscularity

Get kicked all up in your butt cavity

Bust your ass, let the club with a baddie (Baddie)

I just wanna be happy like Mary

Not tryna get married, but if she nice with the culinary

Send the Cullinan to pick her up from my addy

Come to daddy, the crossbody bags for functionality

'Cause love rather be judged than carried

Clap heat, covered in blood like Carrie

A few other casualties, niggas is catty

So actually, hun, this shit be right up your alley

Cat daddy, pussy

[Chorus]

I wait for one to act up (Wow, execution style)

Now I got him backed up

Gun to his neck now, react what?

[Outro]

Blow your noodles out, execution style, uh