Hit Em

I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21 I don't really know who told Write a diss I'm feeling bold So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold Say yo homies didn't fold But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load Way more than my Glock can hold I told that nigga bitch please, cause if you shoot you'll miss me I'll leave you like your swiss cheese, or redskin that's from DC Put em on the TV; on the news, not Disney Stick like Vick, yeah I'm moving Hella shifty Makin niggas hit the ground; Dead, not tipsy Leave him dead with no respect, unlike Nipsey Leave a nigga with a limp, like Crip from 60 I'm only scared of whites, like they still might whip me So push me, cause revenge is just like pussy If you set a jump, that's the only way you'll whoop me Y'all some little niggas, drop yo name you want a cookie? Y'all some little niggas, call a piece of ass a tooshie Five-O never caught me; When I moved- rocks Search me for a weapon; I got 2- Glocks RPD be scared, like I shoot-cops Birds of a feather yet I move- flocks I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21 Hit em wit a blick; Like Ray Lewis with the stick BBN up on these niggas, I ain't fearing all em klikks You some dick sucking niggas, I ain't fearing all you ticks Intercepting all you bitches like I just got a pick 6 I don't really know who told Write a diss I'm feeling bold So much ice I got cold, pulled his bitch with dental gold Say yo homies didn't fold But just like weed you getting sold; Just wait till my bullets load Way more than my Glock can hold I whip that bitch with metal, cause my whip never a rental Hit em wit a stick, like my name was Eric Weddle Shoot you while your lacking, cause your softer than a petal You was praying up to god, but instead you got the devil Damn son, talking bout a G, but I am one I don't need a drake, man I run around with handguns Shooting at my kids, now I'm shooting at your grandson Talking shit at 18, now you dead at 21