Lyrics

[Hook] Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders My niggas are shooters, Medusas Hitting bitches, madoolas Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing Glocks still booming [Verse 1] Opps still losing Coupe's drop-top and still cruising Crack pot's still moving, head top's still roofing Vest top, chest shot still bruise him Snap runs shit like Vladimir Putin Niggas preeing like a spy, we're gonna party when you die Thug life motherfucker, winners get to rise When I went jail I only missed my .45 Still get four or five shots pon the nine Niggas praying when I come through Stick in my hand, gun kicks like kung-fu Tried it on a case, tried to figure who gunned you Make a bitch cum then I cum too Gun check, mic check, one-two Porsche with the red seats, move like Pesci Stressing the TEC till your neck bleeds Feds and pagans wanna get me There's suttin real special bout the speshy Peel off in the XE, getaway driver named Freshie Shout out my nigga deadly Free up my nigga Older Snap and nigga like Wesley Bullet showers for my foes Money, cars and hoes My nigga's stuck on parole I ain't scared to die but I ain't ready to go Presidential Roley and it's flooded with stones I ain't scared to die but I ain't ready to go Presidential Roley and it's flooded with stones [Hook] Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders My niggas are shooters, Medusas Hitting bitches, madoolas Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing Glocks still booming [Verse 2] Win battles with actions, never with words The sub submerge, put his fucking face in the dirt Nigga died at sixteen cause he wanted to ride Like twenty-five to life never crossed his mind Now someone's gonna die when I pop my nine The pagans been plotting I'm paranoid, my gun's been polished Niggas call my name but I ain't friends with these dudes How you a banger and got guns that's never been used? Shoot your whole squad dead, make the prime time news Insta life got him killed, that's a million views No love for the system, love for my sisters My nieces and nephews, know that I love you Fuck my enemies, them niggas planning my death Me and Tem gonna squeeze until all of them dead Word to Blacks, spray the MAC until all of them rest Flashbacks to drive-by's, niggas gunning for heads Pistol popping, my nigga wigging and whacking buses Selling products and fucking bitches and counting profits Prophecy of the future, I'm like a noble prophet If it's too good to be true nigga don't trust it Glitter gold and this flashy life, we sacrifice They hate my guts, wanna crucify me like Jesus Christ Run up on me, the MAC upon me, I'll feed him fries Never sympathise, let my enemies bloody die [Hook] Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders My niggas are shooters, Medusas Hitting bitches, madoolas Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing Glocks still booming