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I like to stare inside the camera
Think that someone’s watching
Red light, do or die, he afraid we caught him
You’re runnin’ outta options
Black inna dark, you know that we stalkin’
Hahaha
Yeah he get smoked just like some Runtz
12 gauge
Oh, hey!
Pull it back him em with the pump
Ten seconds till we jump
Yeah I’m with Quinn
Yeah off a pin
I told the DJ turn it up
Bitch I do not give a fuck
If I find out who he is, imma throw him in my truck
Nah, I'm just playin’
Guarantee that we get up
If he talk down, send a bullet to his gut
You fucked up, imma leave you in the past tense
No access
Imma treat a new boy like a has been
I just left the store
Locked and loaded
Bitch ready for war
I got secrets up my sleeve, body washing up straight to the shore
.762 to his body make him rip apart
Shut em up
Like a surgeon I pick him apart
I think it's about time that I wild out
I said fuck pipin’ down I like shit to get loud
Off a ox, bitch I’m slow just like a slug
Yeah I’m smoking thrax, I can’t even feel my lungs
Try to poke his body I don’t think he waking up
But I dropped off the cash?
I don’t think that it’s enough
WRITERS
Eric Lopez
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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
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