Computer Murderers

Yeah, yeah (Glockley)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gang-gang since potty train the campaign, Duck The World, bitch

Check on your cousin, I forgot his ass was dead (He head)

Foenem filled his ass with lead (Grrah), I bet they ain't forget the head (Grrah)

I'ma say some shit that **** ain't gon' say because they scared (Okay)

Hurt the body when you hurt somebody, remix back again (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

How you vouchin' for somebody that ain't got no bodies yet? (No, no)

When Von got his ass clapped, you had us thinkin' he was stretched (No, no, no)

But he didn't tell the truth, my ****, you weren't tryna spin (No)

All you did was delete your page and turn your shit back on again (Yeah, man, what?)

Now this shit back on again, we don't condone in him (No, no)

How you gon' send that lil' **** to shoot if he don't get up on the rim? (Yeah)

Ain't shit talkin' to Muscle, get up on him, baow, end of discussion (Grrah)

They ain't tryna worry about the wheelchair, that **** got a concussion (Grrah)

Bullet holes, gushin' (Baow), AK, rushin' (Baow)

They pullin' up with Dracos whenever I say so, bustin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

If there's a time again, he mention my name, we slimin' him

He could run anywhere in the world, but if he get caught, they ain't findin' him (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

A million views what it cost to get put on a shirt (Baow)

These **** rappin' that ha-ha shit until they get put in the hearse (Ha-ha)

These **** dyin' they hair all colors, might as well put on a skirt (Pussy ass)

These **** actin' like want it with them, but Cash gon' get at 'em first (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Lamron, better tell foenem to blam somethin' (Grrah)

I don't see any **** in your crew fuckin' with me, R.I.P. Grandson, he caught an and one (No, no)

Ooh, that **** died, what a fluke (Damn)

How you was twenty deep in Atlanta streets and nobody'll shoot? Ooh (Baow, baow, baow)

Fall back, my shooters really on all that (Yeah)

Think it's a game 'til **** get changed, we knock the V off of V. Roy ball cap (Damn, damn)

Then we gon' aim for his neck, Glock got switch, so it fuck up his chest

They playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, checkmate, it's over, whoever next (Yeah)

You **** gotta relax, how you let Nuski go die with his strap? (Damn)

They caught that boy with his pants down, phew, and now he a pack (Yeah)

How you the voice of anything and you not standin' on anything? (No, no)

When it's beef, I'll still pull up on 87th to get chicken wings, bitch

I done seen multiple **** go die on a hit (They dead)

I got a brand new Draco and, boy, you'll die if you blitz (Grrah)

We got all kind of shit, when we shoot, we ain't tryna miss (Grrah)

I ain't got no leg for the bullshit, I ain't tryna kick, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Gang-gang since potty train the campaign, Duck The World, forever Fats

You know how the fuck we comin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah