Death note

Pop pop, yeah, nigga, we doin' shit Why the f*ck they playin' with the pole like they ain't want it For real, bitch, I ain't talkin' bout shit Poppin' off, we ready for them niggas, they been talkin' crazy Check your phone, I text that bitch, she ain't talkin' to me Later, baby, in the shots, they talkin Yeah, we tweakin' on it, the beat, we gettin' choppy Head in with boots on, they think we playin' the bitch Pop out choppers with these bitches, these niggas mad, we kickin' bitches Throw that bomb on his head, got that boom-boom, she gon' call it Hit me, got me feelin' bad, I can't get him on yet Pop him, do him right, we talkin' till we kiss that bitch, mama Make that bitch do the play, might as well check your fuckin' date He ain't talkin' shit, we gon' bump his ass and shoot his face I made it on my own, don't f*ck niggas talkin', we gon' get him clobbered Put that lighter fluid on your house, you gon' burn down with your mama Grave fight, we gon' stuff him, leave his ass dead twice Pop him by the drunkest, f*ck him smokin' with that red light Got the bean, we gon' kill his ass, take him off the scene Made that money, mama told me, go ahead, put on that green Twinkin' on the weed, she screamin', told that bitch, shut the f*ck up Can't play until we get that bitch, I'ma smoke your mama And I know your broke-ass daddy got stopped, now he got his ass fucked up He talkin' shit, we gon' kill his ass, and my mama gon' kill the f*ck Layin' down, I'ma shake the weed out, we gon' take her ass Plant it like a seed, told her, get down on her knees I'ma pop this bitch and whip it, she ain't talkin' yet I made that money, bitches wanna scream, get down on your ass We ain't gotta have no conversation, I just want your head burned Leave that beam on your head, it's at the top of that fuckin' mask Spin it back, we gon' get his ass, that chopper got his ass lookin' black I got it back like an automatic, why the f*ck she tryna pass, nigga Poppin' out with bottles, I'ma get up on your ass, nigga Talkin' through the phone, they ready, we gon' come and we gon' pop this ass This ain't no Dada Goof, we ready, got that chopper, we gon' murder you Niggas real fools, talk down, we gon' kill you Bye-bye-bye, f*ck you, nigga Dumbass nigga, bitch-ass nigga Stupid-ass nigga Any name in the fuckin' book lookin'-ass nigga It's time for you to f*ck