Lyrics

[Verse 1] They wanna know my story Close your eyes, it gets gory This lifestyle was meant for me The shit that I did, all the shit that I done Ain't nobody done this shit before me S.I.'s the team I was running with Better beg for your life if you wanna live No rules, bring the beef to your mother's crib '010, fuck drip, I just wanted sticks Head shots when I aim, no leggies Tryna put him in a box like eggies This a .44 bully, not a semi No beef, all my opps been buried R.I.P Shirx, when I come pitch the works Me and Butch in the dinger tryna take you off the Earth First name Snap, last name Shooter My mentor was Mover, my gun game super [Hook] On your marks, get set Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head" Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead [Verse 2] Hella spinners, never catch me timid And you can hold two like Greenwich Fuckboy, I'm a king in my neighbourhood The fiends love my crack and they say I've got that crazy buj Step on my toes, I'll pepper your clothes The weapon it blows, anything goes Got several flows, I'll sever your throat Most definitely a G.O.A.T., TEC in the coat I'm taking the coke fresh off the boat Hella beef in my own ends, blow skengs Tryna kill all my old friends, old men I ain't making commotions The .45 blow, sound like explosions Niggas ain't killers, they just kill when they're posting Squeeze on the trigger to release my emotions Blue steel gun but the shells are golden I'll have you in the morgue, name tag on your toe's end [Hook] On your marks, get set Beef who? Come through ringing off the TEC I told my shooter "When you're shooting, aim for the head" Dun the clip, the whole clip so you know that nigga dead