[Verse One]
Tired of this bullshit, so I'm on a downlow
creeping while you sleeping trick or treating with my Lights low
Skullcap, Gloves tight
Loading up the nine glocked
Stroll through the Springcreek looking for your chilling spot
You gon be a victim of a Tommy Wright Homicide
Dealee you can't sirvive, no way you could stay alive
FUCK YOU PUNK BITCH, listen to this last blast(gunshot)
Wrap you in a sheet cause I can't supply yo bodybag
??? and jay cause I went solo with my studio
use you for a couple of songs and never paid you sissy hoe
Step close, real quck
Deealee SUCK MY DICK
You know where to find me nigga in the middle of these Skreets
4 cornas is where I stay
ain't na' nigga runnin punk
you gone die or I'ma die cause it ain't no room for the both of us
Weak tapes that you made
niggaz be laughing at yo shit
in ya room fuckin off
while I'm digging on yo bitch
talk shit
run yo mouth
shoot me if you got nuts
ain't no vest on your chest you gon be a bloody mess
if I can't find you
I know where yo mama stay
Winchester
Springcreek
Left first driveway
[Chorus]
Do you think they can take me, you gon need a whole army to fuckin take me
Fuck all y'all Switch
[Verse Two]
verse two
talk about another punk that I hate
a BITCH named Lynchin D
commercial peal from Ace
that's what you gon end up
fuckin with 4 corna folks
talkin behind these niggaz back
blow away my pistol smoke
Murder charge
when I catch you slippin with that ugly ???
I ain't got no sense when these bullets hit my fuckin gun
dead on the seen
Nigga you got some more of them ???
tellin people that you're
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