DJ-J HITS

[Verse 1: Dretti Franks]

Time for me to act like a motherfucking psychopath

Look at what you causeNow you witness in the aftermath

Can't nobody save you from the demons that's inside my mind

Bodies that are polarized, flesh that I tenderize

Murder, so why would you really wanna fuck with me?

Stomp on to the ground, now that children of the concrete

Me and Cursed in the hertz, ride around cause the hell

Molotov cocktails thrown in the stairwell

Damn, I love to drop the phone when I hit the blunt

Eyеs red as fuck, like I got the fucking sharingan

Inhalе that tank and exhale that stress

So yes, I filled up and shit inside my chest

And now I'm creeping after midnight and suckers are in danger

Tha' Uzi clip will have them doing flips like a Power Ranger

Damn, you acrobatic, no kick no static

But before I have to squeeze on the fully automatic (Bitch)

[Verse 2: CURSED]

The murder ruck with the fucking mask on the simple task

Bound to blast on your buses, ain't bout to last

I'm movin' fast through the cut, niggas don't know what's up

With the pump on the reel, motherfuckers better run

Jumpin' with my nigga Dretti Franks, rollin' in some fucking tanks

Niggas lose their ranks, on my side and when I'm robin' banks

The sticky stanks, I'm cruisin' low, I'm movin' slow with the deadly flow

On the move, make it dull, actin' like you fuckin' know

But never put in work, talkin' too much shit, gonna get murked

When I leave you dead inside some dirt, give me some of that red rum

And you bitches actin' like you fuckin' dumb, chewin' on some fucking gum

Runnin' from my shotgun, 'bout to have some fucking fun

When I see you run to the blow, when the hover points shoot

They bustin' through the door