The Ruger near. All hollow tips when I shoot the led/
Hammer-n the point...you bout to get it through ya head/
U let Zelph say that racist shit. You shoulda knocked his fucking head off/
I know you a gunbar rapper...but that’s the wrong way to let the 12 talk/
I spin the block! Chop out the window...I’m clappin the K, queer/
Drive by in a old ford! ‘One eighty-seven outta ‘88’...I’m havin a great year/
Wesson squeeze! If ya team get involved it’s getting messy, B/
After you catch the heat...it ‘Flash on ya squad’ like The Justice League/
The choppa burst. 30 in a half moon...the clip got a curve/
No glove? Fuck it - you’ll see a sock over the handle...do not disturb/
Get disfigured! Extended mag - the clip bigger/
Headshot! Soon as I draw...the 5 linin’ a dome like a stick figure/
U spent the whole season bitching bout bleaks job. The whole beef was weak, slob/
But this AR got a pistol grip n a bump stock...try to argue with these mods/
Keep one drawn and one tucked...let one of these tools leave you crippled/
Cus to me it’s a chess game...cus if one piece missin I’ll start using the nickel/
This clown dying. Its a hair trigger when the pound rising/
Then a lung shot! Shorten his breadth in the building...he downsizing/
A round flying. A piece raise em when the four is sprayin/
Or the heat wave...extend the desert like deforestation/
Last edited by Jabari Black; 03-10-2019 at 12:07 AM.
|