[Intro: OMB Peezy]

Freezie Production

Look, Lord, Lord, Lord

Ayy, uh

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]

Talkin' ’bout guns (Talkin' 'bout sticks), we keep ’em

You know I stay wit' a heater

I'm in the club and I'm standing on top of the speakers

And I lit that bitch up like it's legal

I'm wit' Lil Eagle, shit could get lethal

Look in my eyes, you could see all the evil

Headshot, dead-shot, that's when the Devil might turn to the Reaper

I pop out with Nina

When I hit from the back make her sing like Anita (Boom)

Try to set me up, then I’ma baker (Baker, ayy)

Catch bodies for a livin’ but I gotta pay lil' bruh under the table

Them bullets gon’ hit him, nobody can save him

Red-dot, I ain't even gotta go chase him (Yeah)

Shots to the car but he died from the wreck (Mm)

Blood everywhere had made a lil' mess

No, I can't let it slide, soon as he come outside then he gon’ die

My shooters ready to slide, it's a homicide when they pop out

And these niggas wanna take my life so I'm riding round wit' a AR right next to my thigh

E gon' shoot, KB gon' shoot, Lil Hype gon' shoot, yeah them my guys

[Chorus: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]

And I don't do no attempts (No attempts)

Walk down, stand over him (He right there)

And we shoot above the rim (Grrra, grrra)

We ain't aiming for no lick (No lick)

Make the wrong move, get your bro killed (Bro killed)

Had a .40 Mag 'cause I don't know them (I don't even know 'em)

I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp (No simp)

And all I know is slang that lick

And niggas dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious (Move, move)

Got my bag right by a nigga life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah

On but they still tryna off me (Tryna off me)

Brought him in back of this bitch wit' the stick (Wit' a stick)

Roll down the window to see who that is, if he swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit, yeah

[Verse 2: Teejay3k]

Jack-in-the-box, bitch, I'm poppin' out

Niggas don't really want beef, they be coppin' out

You can't run away 'cause we finna go block the car

Hang out the window, Lil Hype he be jumping out, yeah

Kel-Tec, .223s, when I spin, that be my favorite gun (Grrra)

Niggas say they want smoke, go and take his lung (Yeah)

If I said I want smoke I'ma make it known (Yeah)

Bitch, let's get it in

I'm a loner, I ain't never fittin' in

And if we hit his block one time and nobody die, shit, we gon' spin again, yeah

First degrees, we don't do no attempt

Big gun on my hip so I walk wit' a limp

Shots fired at his brim, can't wait 'til he slip

If you need the job done, lil' bitch I'm him

[Chorus: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]

And I don't do no attempts

Walk down, stand over him

And we shoot above the rim

We ain't aiming for no lick

Make the wrong move, get your bro killed, uh

Had a .40 Mag 'cause I don't know them

I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp

And all I know is slang that lick

And niggas dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious, uh

Got my bag right by a nigga life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah

On but they still tryna off me

Brought him in back of this bitch wit' the stick

Roll down the window to see who that is, if he swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit, yeah