Sick Bastards

Folks got him a check, he think he that, I ain't bet Doing all that fluky stunt, gon' have your face trend on the net We send shit like text, he tried to run, niggas ain't faster than this tech We aim shit at necks, so what's the point of folks having ' on that Vest You can't aim, you shoot at birds, nigga, what's her name Jumped off the porch, his goof ass hit that curve, nigga Ayy, what's the problem We shoot bitches too, she say she like bitches, shit me too, I'll See what we can do, hold your hand down and let me know, bro When you finna shoot, face his ass, knock shit off the map, boy This ain't nothin' new, just copped that Beretta, this that kind That u won't even shoot, you've been a fluke Stood on ten for all my niggas, got a gun, who you finna shoot Free smoke for y'all niggas, we got bitches who drop lo on you Me nd ron Was bein' niggas ass before the gun, y'all hoes is cool Now that u got you a pipe, you think you tough, for RELL I'm gon' blow at you, on gang Who won't smoke with me, quick to bounce out on that ass She wants to smoke with me, put him on the tee, I heard he went out sad Goofy said he had my lo, come spin this bitch let's see who die Get back to twitchin' for you, get my twitchin' my gun click back, and it go bow You just mad, she suck my dick, and you had kissed her Don't be mad at me, be mad at her Cause she a tricker, get too close, I get the blammin' Cause I can't trust you snake niggas Salt and sugar look the same, so I can't tell what's real or fake, nigga It's hard to tell what's fake, the shit I seen, they can't relate I'm so quick to jump up out the backseat, hit him in his face The P's arrived, them boys too late, he died before they got away Gotta use two hands and switch, that bitch gon' bust back in your face Walk shit down and up the street, walkin' shit, it's on the leash Put your mask on when you answer, Stick to A, no plan B She be quick to eat these niggas, Jeffrey Dahmer off the leash Run out of weed, go grab a tree, Two AIPs and I'm on B He still mad about that bitch, foenem gon make me bug, now Smack his ass, spank him, same way that bugs die Boy, we send shit off the top, I'm talkin' bout make your bloods cry We stand over shit, face them bullets, wave his ass goodbye Niggas laughed when they had took big cuz from me, Rell We gon' do the same when y'all ass get like third degree Can't wait till y'all lil' killers get back, ee gon' go on a purge or spree Knockin' shit down dominoes, I know you wish you murdered me Can't camp and that Lil home for too long, ee gon' come right in How this lil' bitch get the drop and we gon' come through with some gens AR get the twerkin', Ttell him let's play ball, let's see who win But don't mention me or your rap, that shit be weak that you be saying' How you ever had that feelin' in your stomach, you gon' die I know plenty niggas come around for money, leaching' off they guys See me, I don't condone none of the fake shit Say stay the f*ck around me, I know niggas who carry guns To protect they life, tell them niggas come find me I ain't gotta really say too much or do too much I done done enough Just know, we back