CMON

You know what we gon' have Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Ayy, bell out, we tryna go catch his ass Let's get his ass, c'mon Let's get him, c'mon Let's get him, c'mon G4E, we, c'mon C'mon, I'm tryna slide up on that n***a block Let go, c'mon I'm tryna take a n***a whole top Let go, c'mon Let go, c'mon Let go, c'mon Let go If it was smoke or one of mine, then we'd collide And I pop a 30, I'm hopin' that bitch don't worry me I'm tryna go catch a opp If he ain't dead, we sliding Bell out the whip, them bullets flying Turn his bitch ass into a vegetable And just give me that paper, I need all the revenue I keep a Glock on my hip, just like my cross Cause I know some n****s, they outside I knew they was rookies When they bent down, n****s, they did the drop by These n****s ain't know shit, I was out of bounds on they side If I was them, no n***a would've survived I'm on the block, I'm lookin' for white sides Tryna turn a n***a's shit to red socks This big ass, they ARP my mascot They know my face, but you know my mask down 4 nickel bullets, they bigger than batteries Brand new kriss vect, gon ' take his anatomy Man, we love all the pipes, don't do no discrimination I got some n****s that's way down south And they chop shit up just like a Haitian You in the way, your ass gon' missing I got the last laugh, ain't no shame I know that n***a, he ain't payin' attention He behind them tents like we don't see him He try to bell right out that car, he try to run His ass gon' feel it His brains up on the wall, his ass been dead But you know they overkill him Ay pass the rock, I bet no point I'm throwin' bullets just like missiles Explosive missiles, when they go through a n***a body They ripping tissue I hate when the opp ass bitch be talkin' shit Like, ho, you been an issue We got 100 shots up in this car, these bitches missiles C'mon, let go Ayy, don't let that n***a get away, man C'mon, ayy, f*ck that n***a, ayy Hit on that n***a one more time, man, hop on feet N***a, ayy, we got his ass now, c'mon, c'mere Don't try to run, shorty Yeah, these big ass missiles, man C'mon, now, your ass know damn well You ain't runnin' from these bitches, man They gon' tag your ass Yeah F*ck, n***a