Firing Squad

[Hook]
Street sleep, late night with my dogs
Tryna take a life like God
Everyone's on job
Firing squad
Man ah start move odd
Till the script flip like Pog
Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod
Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up, demigod
No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up on his dot
Man ah turn a flame on with my firing squad

[Verse 1]
Man's talking 'bout lighting 'em up
I go radio stations and they don't turn up
These times I had a bruk
I'm walking, talking bad luck
Leave man laying in his muck
Big fish inna dis, dem man are so likkle
If I catch man do more than make blood trickle
Strawberry rain, man ah pour that
Big Blue Battle, man can't ignore that
Tear the room down when I cave in your cap
I don't hide behind no one, and I saw that you do
So I might tear down your batch
I ain't rich yet so I might take your stack
Don't lack, cause you ain't gonna see none of it back
Leave man stretched on the floor like a bear mat
Anywhere I see your face, I'mma tear that

[Hook]
Street sleep, late night with my dogs
Tryna take a life like God
Everyone's on job
Firing squad
Man ah start move odd
Till the script flip like Pog
Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod
Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up, demigod
No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up on his dot
Man ah turn a flame on

[Verse 2]
When I'm firing my 38, rise it up and then bun skin, normal
Squat and dump it like say it was doo-doo
Aim and touch it, man say I do voodoo
Cause they touch wood and I touch chrome tings
Steeze is comfy, two-handed, hold it
Man ah real madman, man ah ain't posing
Think it's a joke ting, to me, omen
And that's just me
Still got the links for the long four fizzy
No more Family Tree, it's Tizzy
Man ah move digi
Got the big something
Cotching on the surface like a tiger lily
Said he's on it
But I'm looking at my something like "is he, really?"
I'll light up his block
On the back of a jinny like buh

[Hook]
Street sleep, late night with my dogs
Tryna take a life like God
Everyone's on job
Firing squad
Man ah start move odd
Till the script flip like Pog
Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod
Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up, demigod
No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad
Firing squad
Firing squad
Bun him up on his dot
Man ah turn a flame on with my firing squad