𝑰𝒇 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒑 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒚 him, he 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 freely 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 his 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆 Boom, boom, that's a fucking 45 by his way Gratata Mac 11s, glocks and 9s he was dead They Made a murk on his cousin, popped his head off Found out where his brother stays and turned his lights off damn He Put the draco. To the side and tried clean up Everywhere red red the. Blood was nasty, fuck! When opps slide, he takes a 9, with some/couple rounds Hed rather kill, he'd rather die or go to the dog pound He had 'em crew, had 'em laws nigg had no bounds The hood knew if opps appear they'd hear bullets sounds. Graaaa graaaa paaapaaa, there goes the 9. Bodies falling on the ground, damn we hearing cries No one finna really care cos bitch it's fight or flight Niggas tryna kill each other bitch it's do or die Pow pow!!