[Chorus]
Shoot on repeat
Put a switch on that bitch it was free
Hear a click in his wrist it was cheap
Hear a click then you get your defeat
Walk up back door like a creep
Hit 'em all in his shit he can’t see
Hit 'em all in his chest he can't breathe
(HitEmUpDayzo)
Wanted clout now that bitch on TV
[Verse 1]
Big stick at my house ain’t no mop
Shotgun in the car like a cop
Kel tec in the closet right now
Know I'm capping that bitch in the jacket
New FN know I'm finna go grab it
Got a blick I keep under the seat
Keep that bitch in my jeans like a key
Like a sock gotta stay on my feet
Got a Glock, but it shoot on repeat
Got a Glock, but it shoot on repeat
Heard a swish when I'm shootin' from deep
Put a switch on that bitch it was free
Hear a click in his wrist it was cheap
And he talking the same it's some shit we don't speak
I be pissing on opps then I shit on the beat
Too cozy out with this pistol on me
[Chorus]
Got a Glock, but it shoot on repeat
Put a switch on that bitch it was free
Hear a click in his wrist it was cheap
Hear a click then you get your defeat
Walk up back door like a creep
Hit 'em all in his shit he can’t see
Hit ’em all in his chest he can't breathe
Wanted clout now that bitch on TV
[Verse 2]
These niggas could leave me alone, but they choose to not do that
Yeah niggas be talking ’bout Hell, but choose to go through that
Nigga can't move Yac with none of them stories talk all that sad shit
I done been through that
4-0 put the nigga on front page
4-5 put a nigga on a lunch tray
D-E make me big like I'm Andre
Nigga can't tell me nothing like Kanye
I have my hitta come through for the beef leave yo’ shit on a entree
Tryna run get his strap, but he too late
Leave with 8 in his back like he Monta
Ayy, don't give me the Glock I be juiced up tweaking
Got a call from a opp I forgot you was breathing
I was OT while you niggas was tweeting
Po'd up a 3 and it fucked up my meeting
Nigga got me now I gotta get even
I'm with 13 shots nigga gotta get Steven
Them was 223s nigga gotta be bleeding
By the time I start shooting that nigga was just reaching
By the time he start running I already got 'em
He tryna dodge bullets that already shot 'em
Hop out the car he don't think that I spot 'em
He tryna get off and I'm trailing behind 'em
Used to be brothas this shit is ironic
He making a right think he going to his mama's
I talk to God he don't listen to me I ask 'em
Why he done took some my niggas from me, but I smoke and I sip for relief
Pour a 4 of this Tris in a tea, every verse gettin' rid of the weak
And I hurt niggas feelings with speech
But I'm still getting money to speak
Nigga broke he shouldn't listen to me
[Chorus]
Got a Glock, but it shoot on repeat
Put a switch on that bitch it was free
Hear a click in his wrist it was cheap
Hear a click then you get your defeat
Walk up back door like a creep
Hit 'em all in his shit he can't see
Hit 'em all in his chest he can't breathe
Wanted clout now that bitch on TV