[Verse 1]

You goin be like the last nigga we stepped on

I'm shootin in this nigga vest in the same place tryna break his teflon

Fuck that nigga we swing this bitch broad day giving out headstones

Any opp nigga I see gotta get slayed

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And a whole lot of people say I'm dead wrong

Bitch I don't care though

1,2,3 blast a rocket blow a nigga head off

I'm mad for this spaz

What kind of pistol that lead out

It's goin be a lot of dead niggas a lot of people say that I'm dead wrong

Imma come through that bitch nigga everybody get a head stone

Imma come through that bitch feel like Fred the Flintstone

Listen listen listen close and pay attention like these your last moment

You said you make people die you should know how this shit goin'

You say you a killer you say that you blow shit

If it's true I know he knows it

Trying make his death be so quick

I'm finna up, up the score bitch

I got a choppa, mac, and a drac let all them talk that's associates

Sociopath don't stand too close to me

Three personalities

Twin Tornado Kidd

Bitch my name SpinaBenz

They say I'm a fuckin problem

This stupid nigga finna die for some damn followers

I'm a star I can teach astronomy, hot nigga broke the whole thermometer

Fuck nigga go dig ya partner up

Said it's true nigga ain't no stoppin us

Fight with me and the way he step

You would this this nigga had a band following

He opp quit posting pictures stupid

Nigga that shit goin jam probably

I could tell he ain't livin that shit just do that shit for the gram

Obviously

Probably be the next nigga dead, man down, caution

[Verse 2]

You going end up being like that last nigga we stepped on

Spraying repeatedly with my Glock try to rip through this nigga teflon

Leave em lying dead and a whole lot of people that say I'm dead wrong

Come through walk through that bitch off day

Nigga everybody get a headstone grippin that iron

Shots fired repeatedly niggas keep dyin

How the fuck niggas say they don't see that shit, that nigga must be blind

I try to think good thoughts, murder on my mind

Runnin your mouth you running that mother fucker now he howlin

I want three mansions and an island

I want a benz truck no mileage

I got a main bitch got low mileage

I want choppa heat I'm tired or chasin niggas, I'm getting tired

This bitch sing like a choir

Swear this bitch sing like it's Keisha, like it's Ashanti, like it's Mariah

Whitney Houston I'm on 2X

Spinz you best you slow that shit down

Search google to see how you do that

Loose lips sink ships

It's common sense I thought you knew that

We'll beat a nigga blue back