walk in
[Chorus: minok0]
Yuh, yeah I know he mad
One shot all that talk, empty out a mag
(Ahhuh) I ain't finished talkin'
Why they talk down? Put him in a coffin
Yeah, (ahhuh-ahhuh), shoot him when I walk in
He was goin' up, so I fuckin' shot him
Big guns, so you know I fuckin' run it up
I'm wit trin, so you know you're fuckin' out of luck
[Verse 1: stylas]
Jus-just shut up
Me and bro just had a run up
Keep dat stick like Harry Potter
Independent Ima artist bitch I'm- (Shut up-shut up-shut up, f-fuck!)
Ha, keep dat cutter on me
Fafafafa, deuce one six gon' turn him into butter homie
(Yeah) Bullets at his head come out the other way
Brodie talkin' tough online, I told him not to run away
Fuck, fuck, bullets wrap, they knock him twice they got delay
(Uh) That boy wanna feat, he wanna get a taste
[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Yeah that boy he talking tough, we gon' slide wit' poles
Yeah I'm all up in the club, white stuff in my nose
Fucked up by the night, that's just how it goes
I got all this fuckin' money, I'm just tryna blow
(Yuh) If you tryna step up
You can meet this weapon, you can meet this pressure
And I'm with the team sliding on the Metra
I got bands on me, but I'll never fuckin' bless ya
[Bridge]
(Yuh) If you tryna step up
You can meet this weapon, you can meet this pressure
And I'm with the team sliding on the Metra
I got bands on me, but I'll never fuckin' bless ya
[Chorus: minok0]
Yuh, yeah I know he mad
One shot all that talk, empty out a mag
(Ahhuh) I ain't finished talkin'
Why they talk down? Put him in a coffin
Yeah, (ahhuh-ahhuh), shoot him when I walk in
He was goin' up, so I fuckin' shot him
Big guns, so you know I fuckin' run it up
I'm wit trin, so you know you're fuckin' out of luck
Yuh, yeah I know he mad
One shot all that talk, empty out a mag
(Ahhuh) I ain't finished talkin'
Why they talk down? Put him in a coffin
Yeah, (ahhuh-ahhuh), shoot him when I walk in
He was goin' up, so I fuckin' shot him
Big guns, so you know I fuckin' run it up
I'm wit trin, so you know you're fuckin' out of luck
[Verse 1: stylas]
Jus-just shut up
Me and bro just had a run up
Keep dat stick like Harry Potter
Independent Ima artist bitch I'm- (Shut up-shut up-shut up, f-fuck!)
Ha, keep dat cutter on me
Fafafafa, deuce one six gon' turn him into butter homie
(Yeah) Bullets at his head come out the other way
Brodie talkin' tough online, I told him not to run away
Fuck, fuck, bullets wrap, they knock him twice they got delay
(Uh) That boy wanna feat, he wanna get a taste
[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Yeah that boy he talking tough, we gon' slide wit' poles
Yeah I'm all up in the club, white stuff in my nose
Fucked up by the night, that's just how it goes
I got all this fuckin' money, I'm just tryna blow
(Yuh) If you tryna step up
You can meet this weapon, you can meet this pressure
And I'm with the team sliding on the Metra
I got bands on me, but I'll never fuckin' bless ya
[Bridge]
(Yuh) If you tryna step up
You can meet this weapon, you can meet this pressure
And I'm with the team sliding on the Metra
I got bands on me, but I'll never fuckin' bless ya
[Chorus: minok0]
Yuh, yeah I know he mad
One shot all that talk, empty out a mag
(Ahhuh) I ain't finished talkin'
Why they talk down? Put him in a coffin
Yeah, (ahhuh-ahhuh), shoot him when I walk in
He was goin' up, so I fuckin' shot him
Big guns, so you know I fuckin' run it up
I'm wit trin, so you know you're fuckin' out of luck