Astroboy

By 115Tri

Released on October 17, 2020

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[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