Not finished (feat. CTM & 843 P)

All right Yeah, all right Ah ha, that's me laughing cause you're one nigga dead How'd the chop Wake him up and then It put him back to bed Hollows fucked up his brain, now that lil nigga sped Headshot, hit his top, we done knocked off his dreads You be talking bout the drills on the live, you a fed You the type to see your mans get some clout and take the cred Send an extra 30 shots, make sure that nigga dead He won't make it to the spittle, ain't no need for quick med Call yourself a soldier in a shoot out you was scared how the f*ck you do a drill forget the beam you ain't prepared I shoot f*ck niggas that's crazy, I'll bleed your block You hoes be talking way too much, damn she just like a opp I'm the type to hit a bitch one time, for the drop My nigga plain white T, a shooter, he a pop yo' kid That run up on this bitch it'll put you to bed Bitch Alright, computer hack, yeah you know I'm with the screen Pussy nigga talking shit, I get him gone by any means Don't f*ck with the public cause these bitches be some fiends Don't let me catch the opps, hit them niggas in they spleen Alright, playing all these bitches like I'm playing a damn guitar Bro tried to run from the shots but ain't get far Drop you off a mountain like Mufasa, my new name Scar Can't f*ck with no plan girl, cause nigga I'm a star Alright, posterizer nigga, you can call me LeBron James You such a bitch, your girl calling you the wrong name Ain't slide for your nigga like Durk, that's a damn shame Talking crazy to me, you must be insane Alright, I just dropped a five then I pour a four up in the pop