Bars of Death, Pt. 1

Really got shooters on standby Really in the trenches letting grams fly Really bout that action nigga don't die Really Feeling Trippy bitch i'm so high Really with the gang and they gone ride Pass you a gun make you commit suicide Homicides happen like hobbies Nigga you a killer who ain't seen a dead body Pull up you get red dotted Goonies shooting they just headshot him I'm terrorizing shit And its so terrifying Claim you a savage bitch you need to verify it Everyday me And gang wilding Everyday all these lames hiding Bodybags start multiplying Nigga you are selling lies that i'm not buying Opps probably got the motherfucker cops spying Modified glock got no silence hollow tips all high flying Pull the trigger then your friends dying Hope your last breath was satisfying How you authentic nigga you don't gotta spine