All Black Attire

Ay ay ay

[Verse]
Man fuck it I think I'm on top of this shit
You been throwing them fits, won't acknowledge a bitch
I put ten on your head now they coming with clips
I put ten on your head then you turn to a snitch
Got my shooter behind me all good with the stick
I'ma catch me a case I'ma kill me a pig
We been in the car, rollin' up zips
If you park in the lot then we pop at your whip

Ay
I'm droppin' a track just to flex on 'em
If he run up then he get this tech on him
He a lil bitch so I'm throwing a check on him
Fuck up his face then I put a lil "X" on it
I'm gonna press him like vest
If you showin' them toes then I'm finna step on 'em
I'm gonna play him like chess
Hе think that he smart so I'll put this led on him

I was a youngin with heart
You fuckеd with me tore it apart
Now I got the AR I'm dumping and dumping
I could tell you was a lil bitch from the start
Taking shots to the face but you ain't in a bar
Fucking with me and I pulling your card
I got a shot that will knock off his top
If you look in my eyes then I'm leaving 'em scarred

I only got time from running the stack
I sold me some dope then Im running it back
I can tell he a fake and he ain't poppin' tags
I can tell he a rat and his music is wack
I can tell he a bitch from the south side
We could pull up to his crib and serve him like crack

Pull up with a Stephen that's thirty in his back
32 in the clip but it's heat like Shaq
He can say he about all that talk but it's cap
Then 314 burners don’t ever lack
Then next day you'll see his name on the news
They can't find his body
He was smoked in the pack
Yuh
He got shot from the back
Next thing you know left his brains on the dash
The faggot got popped 'cause he thought that he could rap
Your son left the world gotta face that fact

I ain’t got no time for the talking, gawking, we coming with it
Pull up in the Civic you fit it you know we aimin' at it
Put you in a coffin you coughin with all the smoke I’m givin
Bitch I think I’m offin him auction when I’m causing havoc
Run up in yo crib and we poppin pussies the opposition
Fuckin' wit the goat and the god you know it’s a fatal mission
Twistin' up this dope and it’s doper then all the shit you’ve written
Choppa go retarded, restart it if you don’t fucking listen
My mind is fucking riddled with hate can I please get a minute
If you wanna talk all that talk, then you’ll wind up missin
Pushin' down the pedal to metal ima go the distance
Always gonna dress in these rags 'cause I ain’t got no riches
All up in my system addiction from the Percocet
I'ma keep popping these pills fuck what the doctor said
LX been the goat from the jump, always been ahead
Fully focused poppin' these pills [?] newly weds

Left them Twitter fingers in a body bag
Walk around the mall with a strap in my backpack
Smokin on blunts we gon lace that
Ignorant fuck they get tough for that face tat
Nah I won’t smoke em up with the lighter
I’ll smoke his ass up wit that gun I acquired
Word on the block is that you are a fighter
I’ll see when I’ll pull up wit all black attire
Lil bitch