[Intro]
Don't do it Big Fella!
[Chorus]
Sent some shots and got to hittin
Then i bust his chromosome
All that talkin got to bitchin when a Nigga shot your home
And if i dont got the time i send a hit I let him know
Who i want to die we gon give that Bitch a broken home
Gun on my waste i grip it tight
If he move wrong i take his life
He think its funny he gon die
I keep it loaded when i ride
Lemon squeeze 223 hit his feet i Shoot with ease
Send a hit i get him gone i get him Touched i won't say please
Shot his neck blood on my shoes his Mama crying on her knees
I be runnin with this gun in my hand I got еxpertise
[Verse 1: 115Tri]
We sеnding the bullets it come out The sky
If he fuckin with me you know he Gonna die
Police keep asking im telling them Lies
Run up on him you know he gonna Cry
If i get the chance you know ima Stretch him
Dont come in my zone im not gonna Let him
Im sending a hit you know i'ma tell Him
Got hit with this stick i let them Know
You didn't pay up so bitch ima stretch You with this Glock don't too close
I could run this shit up 100 K in a day So dont try me you niggas broke
Not stopping violence till they die
I seen the bitch right in his eyes
Not gon stop shooting till he cry
I killed em told him say goodbye
6 Piece mcnugget get a nigga cut Bitch you can't kill no killer
Hop on that block we on that spot You know he turned into a sprinter
I know that he not cut like that that Nigga acting like he tender
Niggas know that i be throwing plays Just like im a center
Bitch dont never touch my gun
Let me show you im not the one
You niggas know i kill for fun
Out that dark we kill anyone
[Bridge]
Nigga gone get fried throw him high To the sky
Tell the police lies im not a nice guy
Ima make em cry cry run niggas gone Try
Drive by fly by tell a nigga good bye
[Chorus]
Sent some shots and got to hittin Then i bust his chromosome
All that talkin got to bitchin when a Nigga shot your home
And if i dont got the time i send a hit I let em know
Who i want to die we gon give that Bitch a broken home
Gun on my waste i grip it tight
If he move wrong i take his life
He think its funny he gon die
I keep it loaded when i ride
Lemon squeeze 223 hit his feet i Shoot with ease
Send a hit i get him gone i get him Touched i won't say please
Shot his neck blood on my shoes his Mama crying on her knees
I be runnin with this gun in my hand I got expertise