Death Chamber

Bow, bow we welcome you to Death Chamber Get your guns get your ammunition And let the games begin (Begin) get low Get low there they go, there they go Nah, I don't need no mask spend the block Spend the block spend the block Spend the block Niggas ain't doin' shit I really live for this, yeah Bust down the watch Shoot it he paid the kill, we paid the bill Nigga, you down or not? We in the parking lot We got to run it up 'fore the block get hot That's how wе stay at the top Niggas ain't really no killers But want to bе killers the Glock It's givin' it to them How many shots 'til his body ruin? Spanish bitch, speakin' influence We make a movie mama keep telling me "Boy don't get caught up with None of these groupies" nigga, you stupid Need my lama bitch This shit blow hard as shit Crash the whip, we try to get at his ass F*ck it We shoot up the lift for runnin' his lip F*ck, what you talkin' 'bout We really ballin' out, I'm ballin' now F*ck it, I'm spazzin' out Think he a savage now, he actin' out We go and check him out Hit him like pack he out (Like pack he out) This a death chamber put one in the chamber Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober We some steppers, get your back blown out On the Grammy, actin' now In broad day we poppin' out Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake Face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow) Dear God, I know you created us equal But we are far from equal I'm worth about ten M's This little nigga taggin' me on the 'Gram With bands held up to his face (yeah) We are not the same 50 bands in the night shift gettin' rich Tippin' strippers in the trap house Car breaks, that dog food, cat food Quick flip, two killers with the two sticks Can't miss Big coke 'bout to broke though, ship That gotta stash them potatoes, f*ck rap Got a few bitches, gotta swallow that (yeah) Got it stuffed in their belly Or their ass crack (yeah) 80 pointers on my necklace, take mine That's a early grave death wish Bust mine, kill a nigga on IG Or FaceTime Bury a f*ck nigga on live two clips extendo Five shots through the Lambo window Skrtt off, two dead in the Benzo, no cap Should've never gave info, real rap This bitch is a eater, last talk We call her skeezer White truck got pimp stage, beat her (yeah) In the park, niggas wanna save her, at dark (At dark) We move loyal, 50 pounds, mixed with soda More pounds add lil' water, more pounds Add lil' cutline, more pounds This a death chamber put one in the chamber Spin the block, we in the rover, nobody sober We some steppers, get your back blown out On the Grammy, actin' now In broad day we poppin' out Guarantee, we air it out, squeeze the cake Face blown out (Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow) No peace, no justice no peace, no justice No peace, no justice no peace, no justice No peace, no justice no peace, no justice No peace