.Blood.Spill

Killin' for skrilla, New Era militia
Mo' money mo' murder, these niggas Vanilla
My set bout to catch wreck
Better bow down to my tec or get wet
Let body surrender
My poetry penetrate all these pretenders
I hang with my gang we pull up like Avengers
You niggas censored
Pop out with Glocks on your top
And the ? of these pussies imposters
Fuckin' with the opps, get my niggas to toss ya'
Hoe shit gon' cost ya'
I'ma just boss up
Play and I cross ya'
He just a foster, I think I lost ya', let me get proper
I don't give a fuck bout a case
Ready to take these niggas by the neck and start to shake
I think it's bout to break
Pull up and shake down I'm on the take
Ain't no escape now
With a funkadelic break-down make me wanna go get a AK now
Bitch I'm turnt up off this mothafuckin' juice
I won't stop till draped out in a mothafuckin' coupe