Kamikaze

歌詞

I got Hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch Big steppin', they don't do nothin', I ain't worried Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb Yeah, they die, then ain't worried, look Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lotta poles You better have your flag if that's the game you chose (Let's go) You better hit the gas and get your name alone (Bitch) Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that paint out at your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt Was tucked up and come with a burse If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked You scared to take your ass to church And can't no pastor stop no headshot Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off Knocked out, that bitch head off I'm the murder man (Pew, pew, bah, bah) No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst Bitch, try anything Nigga, this that Squid Game Bitch, I make 'em cop out When you catch him, let that six hang Bet he gon' get knocked off We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down We let that stick off from the street while your family 'round If you beef, my bodies creep up Fire from the Glock put you to sleep I'm in the Bayou, in the seat Big slimes petite, we wet your feet We bang your curb, bitch, play with me Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week You know I be fuckin' all them streams I love to hear the chopper speak Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that paint out at your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt Was tucked up and come with a burse If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked And I had to grow up, I was talkin' out the blood Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch Time to shoot up the scene, Glock 17, no lemon squeeze and no switch I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up the Gat' so don't flinch Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin' Never gave the world a TEC-9, fuck a hater, bitch it's my time Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Day died Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron Up out my motherfuckin' mind, son, they gon' die by my fire I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in growin' up, I keep tryin' I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime Got low eyes, but still don't try me I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (Pew, pew, fah, fah) Pull up at the right time, let the window down (Rrah, rrah) We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime I leave that paint out at your name out, put your name online I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day Young nigga look like kamikaze, might die to get you murked Check out my pants, check out my shirt Was tucked up and come with a burse If they up in, we come and search Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch I got Hitman on the beat Havokondabeat, bitch