Fatality

LAYKEOOO If I shoot at lil bro I got aim want em dead Fatality, we send them shots at his head They callin' me carti I see lotta red I plant little bombs up under his bed Lakeo feenin for bodies won't let go If they want beef we tear em like legos Maybe we toast him and call em a ego ADC Anthem got glocks and we blow Like pow They know I'm runnin this town These f*ck niggas scared they won't come around Get hit with that lead and fall to the ground Got hit in the leg, double dutching around Fatality we goin in Send them shots right up at his friend They calling me drake for I got the plan Ruthless, know that I aim for his mans I got luh Tone that boy never lack Dj be steppin he wearing all black Monte be movin he really been that Me? I ain't afraid I'm spinnin again and again ina scat I'm wishing a f*ck nigga would double back Get hit with that choppa and hit with that gat The last thing he heard was that That choppa had sneezed and gave him a blessing Sent him to God that taught him a lesson Shut up, we do not do all of that rattin Tone makes magic so call him Aladdin That man yo dad, he ain't no OG Stop the car Is that his big homie Spray the shots Then skirt from the police Leave em rot Then dance hokey pokey We sendin him up just like he a bogey If I step out that field I'm doing fatalities No cares in the world so you can be mad at me Youngboy vibe don't feel right anomalies Fill him with lead have em holdin his tummy Crash out You some real deal dummies Spazz out Leave that boy lookin dummy That boy off of drugs got him moving zombie If I shoot at lil bro I got aim want em dead Fatality, we send them shots at his head They callin' me carti I see lotta red I plant little bombs up under his bed Lakeo feenin for bodies won't let go If they want beef we tear em like legos Maybe we toast him and call em a ego ADC Anthem got glocks and we blow Don't give two fucks bout yo age 18, 19, 20, Or what You can catch you a fade or one to the gut These niggas like squirrels go crazy for nuts I know what I did was immature Genocide for the run like massacre This glock might seem mediocre But this bitch eat through like okra This glock make sure that his dreads are locked Feenin for bodies sendin them shots I'm as the f*ck so don't say nun My niggas some demons, turn nothing to something They know that I'm real I keep it a hundred Just like a speaker you know we stay bumpin F*ck all the opps them niggas be skunkin Yall some actors while we be the stunt man