Lyrics
I need you to hit somebody
That nigga need to be got
String murder ain't no thing
But this here's some assassination shit, man
I told you, you getting somebody, you getting them
I ain't asking for nothing
Damn, String, I don't know
Nigga, I gotta remind you who the fuck you work for
Yo, you kill a downtown nigga like that, the whole world gonna stand up and take notice
I'm talking about the state police, federals, all of that
That nigga took our money, man
Well, he gotta go
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We gon' blow for real
Yeah, yeah
Ha
How you screaming you gon' get back for your mans and you ain't slick
Niggas post up on your block and we just bound to hit the kick
Call up G-Ecrazy, yeah, that nigga bound to hit a wick
Call up Remy, he just bound to hit a nigga in this shit
Yeah, them niggas bound to clap a nigga
We tap the switch and glitch the car till they tap a nigga
And we just face a nigga down for all that rapping, nigga
Them switches came attached, we riding, trying to clap a nigga
Aye, we seen them dissing on the net
Them boys be trying to send a threat
Them boys ain't breaking me a sweat
Just for dissing, that's a bet
Okay, okay, I got the lo, but, I ain't spend nothing
Them boys be sending disses on the net, but they ain't hit nothing
Dissing on the gang will get you wet without a check
I don't give a fuck
Up in the streets, they know that I'm a vet
Clutching on his pistol, cause you know that I can go out
All these motherfuckers is some hoes, yeah, they just show out
She said, lil' dropout, drop the low
And I said, no, cause you a hoe
I up the score, I'll let it blow
Two-two-threes, they hit your dome
Yeah, the day that I got shot, I load my gun and hit the block
Niggas ain't on shit but love to diss
I leave that to my opp
Name a time that I got shot at and I didn't use my Glock
Name that time when I start shooting and these niggas didn't flop
Fuck that nigga that sent them shots
On my soul, you getting dropped
We just dumped a mag, it's switching
Man, I left it and it's top
If the police get behind me, on my soul, I ain't gon' stop
I see them flashing lights, I keep going
I'm trying to lose these cops
Man, they on my ass
I'm trying to find some place to dump this Glock
He got hit up with the switch
He made that nigga, diddie bopp
Uh, I'm out of town
Thuggin' with my rounds
Glocky on the seat and a choppa on the ground
Choppa holding 50 rounds
I'm up the count
Talking all that shit will get you put up in the ground
Dissing on my man Scoob, that'll leave you hurt
How you talking shit, but your miss got put in a hearse
I don't do this dissing shit, but I'll just do it for the verse
Dissing on the dead, I bet this Draco O will do you worse
Fuck it, dissing on the dead will get you put up in a hearse
You think the Draco do you bad, but the switches will do the worst
Connor Bader
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