Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got my paper right
Now I want pressure
Don't know when it's coming
But it's coming
[Verse 2]
Homicidal thoughts riding on a Mach
They know who they are, A.K. fully charged
Know I owe you that, bullet in the dark
Double back annoying, double tap and start
Fucka, fucka, fucka
Rocking back and forth, tape two clips together
That's a double cross
Everyday a murder and they never solved
Ain't gon' be no different when it comes to y'alls
[Verse 3]
I'ma see about ya, fuck them people watching
Got to go and get ya, too late when I got ya
Uzi got ya oozing on your partner's shirt
Heard your partner saw me, heard your partner merked
Only plays for keeps long as he deceased
Talking like a killer only killing beasts
Only talking loud when the squad around
Catch a **** solo, sleep 'em on the creep
[Verse 4]
Heard he was having conversations with them people
I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
Murder cases on a daily basis
I'ma pull up and have that stick talk to 'em
If I let him get away, they won't look at me the same
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
If I let him get away, they won't look at me the same
Murder, murder, murder, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
[Verse 5]
My guala correct, I been ordered to hit
They already paid and they already left
Burners on deck like I ordered the chef
I brought the smoke like it roll out your chest
Fuck all the fame, fuck all my thing
Behind, behind, my buckle'll swing
Still pulling up in the bucket and bang
And I put that on my jugular vein
[Verse 6]
Robbery charges, choppers, revolvers
Can't talk about nothing I was involved in
They can't protect ya, Hannibal Lechter
Animal shelter, invite the dogs in (Open the gates)
Woof, woof, woof, woof (One to the head)
Nobody knew that he died
Only the shooter knew why
[Verse 7]
Heard he was having conversations with them people
I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
Murder cases on a daily basis
I'ma pull up and have that stick talk to 'em
If I let him get away, they won't look at me the same
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
No way Jose, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
If I let him get away, they won't look at me the same
Murder, murder, murder, I'ma have that stick talk to 'em
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