Witchery

Gunsmoke bloodshed he gone in a second Stacking up the bands gonna keep em second guessing Cross hair, lined up, ima leave it wreckage Pussy get clipped call it sending a message On my phone, it been do not disturb bitch They been thought that I do not deserve it Cause that violence u gotta swerve it Evil intent, how I move on the vermin Verse: When I roll up on em swear to God it feel like Witchery Pitching all these fits to me it really seems like little league Really playing victim watch em Rot up in the misery You never been a secret I prefer to keep a mystery Bands on his head, I think he better off dead Rev the engines fast now we be getting to the bread Make a gash inside his vitals now he'll never be a threat On the roof a sniper rifle got em aiming at the head It get dumb lit Get hit wit this drumstick Fall back bitch boy cuz we run shit Wrong side Left leaking when the slug hit 30 rounds more we really get em done in Make my mark and then I might leave Sip my drink and smoke on my tree There ain't no one over my team Ain't no one who flowing like me