Headstones

[Verse 1: Jacob Watson & Collin Smith]
Bitch, I've been feelin' like Bane
Breakin' Batman's back in half
And then snappin' his vertebrae
Blood stains from your leaking brains
Hit by ricochet
Stay the fuck away
B-L-I-P and the 519
Yeah, squiddy on squiddy
And today you gon' die
I can't even see, 'cause I'm so damn high
Do a drive-by, say goodbye
Shoot you right between the eyes
Bitch, I'm not bi, I'm octopus
But I ain't no bitch, you're just a puss
I shoot up your gang like Sandy Hook
Paint the streets red like a coloring book
I don't give a fuck about nothin'
Throw your fuckin' uncle in the oven
No, lil' bitch, I'm not bluffin'
Fly like the Dutchman
I'll fuck your mom and your grandma
Your sister, your (Cousin, yeah)

[Verse 2: 519 Kazze & Collin Smith]
I'm with the gang, better talk your shit
I'm with the gang, better pop your stick
I ain't gon' fuck with that ho, 'cause she a bitch
I've been steady on my grind
Tryna stack these chips
Why you talkin' but you never sendin' shots?
I ain't fuckin' with her because she a (What? Run it back)
Why you talkin' but you never sendin' shots?
I ain't fuckin' with her because she a thot
I've been stackin' up my money, that's guap
Why you talkin'? Better know we gon' pop
I ain't fuckin' with that bitch
I be steady stackin' dough
You talkin' down to kid but you ain't never want smoke
Choppa finna hit 'em in the motherfuckin' dome
And I ain't fuckin' with that bitch
Unless that bitch gon' give me dome
(I ain't gon' fuck with that ho, 'cause she a bitch
I've been steady on my grind
Tryna stack these chips)

[Verse 3: Clinton Smith]
Race car fast
We gon' smash on the gas
On the way to your crib
To put your homie in a cast
Way back, ball sack, flick flack, like that
Finna up it at your face and see your brains go splat
Red TSX, stole your ex, what's next?
Cashed a check, bought a shotty
Blow a hole in your neck like a tracheotomy
Now the ops are onto me
Put your head in the fridge like my name is Jeffrey
Run back to the whip like a Jew in Auschwitz
Then I dip like a redneck with a small dick
Pull up to the crib, take a flick of the whip
Do a drive-by, crackle tune soundin' like blicks
I'm 5'8, standing on my money, yeah I'm still 5'8
But I'm still eatin' on a full plate
Talk shit, get scalped, need a toupee
Wipe your whole squad, go to work the next day