Lyrics

Tell these bitches it's on fucking sight
Bitch try me bitch we finna fucking fight
Bring a gun to a gun fight bitch I got my katana
Finna slice your head
Put it in a grave just like your mama
Bitch we on the run
Bitch I got my fucking gun
Bitch killing is fun
I was trying to slide on my block
They got introduced to my chop
Chris went ahead and got popped
They said we don't know if he gon' make it
I said I don't know if I can take it
They said he was gonna see the gates
I said hold up this isn't his fate
You know Chris always told him that Drake
He gon' let it blow in your face
I was born too young it's a case
They try to run and we gon' chase
They led us straight to their place
We let the Drake blow out in their face
I cough out black
Most these **** is black
They wanna get me whacked
Deplete like a battery
Decease in the streets
Well fuck that I got my piece
23 magazine
Like the J's up on my feet
They finna spark you fuck with me
Don't fuck with me
Demons in my head they wanna fuck with me
What I been doing this is a
Little shit don't fuck with me like
I'm in this bitch
**** got my pipe tonight
Ain't no heroin added for me
I'ma get high when it's on sight
See them demons and they see me lurking back
They wanna fight
I'm on sight
The **** grab my fucking pipe
And I get to squeeze on ****
Get to drop them
They see me so pissed
They really oppositions
The other side they seeking
Written by: Christopher Bejaran
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