[Intro]
I put the crack up in the candy box
Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot
Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not, brrt
[Interlude]
You know how we comin’ nigga
[?] all I'ma say
[?]
[Chorus]
Ay, I told my brother go and kill him
Don't you come back ’til you catch the man
We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Three choppas in the minivan
My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then fucked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pope
Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat
Get 'em hit, then let 'em know
I'ma tell ’em come change the score
Caught him, got to runnin’ though
Got a gun, you ain't dumpin’ on 'em
[Verse 1]
Check him out and bag him up, that's if he comin' after us
We be slidin’ 'til the dawn and dusk
This drillin' shit give me a rush
I took the plug pack then ran it back just like a ratchet bitch
Slidin' in the scat like "where he at?"
I put him in my 'wood
Fuck them pistols, load them choppas
Next time he won't need a doctor
A killing spree, I've been schemin' for so long I dream about it
Did so many drills, a couple of 'em, I forgot about 'em
Hollow tips rip through his T, T on TV like Jimmy Fallon
I got my doggy on the Roxys, he told me he want a body
Grab the mask, we gon' disguise it
Pop one, but I want the posse
And every nigga that's been dissin' done got a bullet behind him
We gon' leave a nigga missin', so kiss your mama and family
Ayy, big gat, we knock his shit back
All that tough shit that you talkin' it get you shot at
And we can't get up off your head, because I want that
I said I want that nigga dead, yeah, we on that, ayy
[Chorus]
Ay, I told my brother go and kill him
Don't you come back 'til you catch the man
We be spinnin' like a ceiling fan
Three choppas in the minivan
My niggas pull up, pop you on the spot just for the dividends
Leave me the fuck alone, I'm plottin' on the drop, I got a master plan
Did a show then fucked a ho'
I sold a bowl right to the pope
Niggas know I let it blow, choppa bullets through chest and throat
Get 'em hit, then let 'em know
I'ma tell 'em come change the score
Caught him, got to runnin' though
Got a gun, you ain't dumpin' on 'em
[Verse 2]
Ay, I'm thuggin' hard, that's how I live
We was taught to die or kill
On the block Bob the Builder
Don't want to scale it, you know it's just digits
Creep on a nigga, we leavin' him cripple
Why whould I miss? I've been waitin' to send him
I got the Drac' and it give me adrenaline
We aim at your face and erase a nigga, ayy (Brrt)
[Interlude]
Eh, eh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
Choppa come with this shit nigga, on Grape
Don dada
We doin' this shit nigga
Don dada
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
[Post-Chorus]
I put the crack up in the candy box
Rocks for the narcs, we set up shop
Send some shots up at his top, I thought he tried to take my guap
Crip nigga, but the beam on the Glock a red dot
Twenty shots and skirted off the block, don't know if he dead or not (Brrt)