All this pain on my heart it left bruises we pulled up deep it was 3of us like the stooges pull out that Glock and get to killing shit cause I’m ruthless hit with the 30 in his mouth now he toothless pop up at yo house like trick or treat catch u lacking down bad u better use yo feet today I’m in the field all day let me lace up my Kleets u fuck with one of use no one I’m coming with a fleet now the police coming with the white sheets cause it’s a doa up on the scene they ain’t see my face cause I’m masked up like scream shot a couple times ik he hit I heard a scream I heard u sent yo fav shooter I guess he gone take one for team I got good aim imagine if I turn on the beam that nigga not a shooter he just be around him he draymond green I’m all all bout my paper steady stacking my green so my name ring bells bitch ding ding