Immortal

[Intro]
Like gang gang gang nigga
ShiestyFn
Suck my dick
Die Shark
Die Munn

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
These niggas want me dead, so I keep a gun
Lack once, bullets making you run
Shells hitting your top and it's making you runts
And I know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
We shoot like the Lakers, come try if you want
Make you cry to your savior, that's for tryna stunt
I got haters, the opps in a blunt
You gone run through that side I go run through the front

[Verse 1: BBG Steppa]
Heard he got lined by a thot, I don't trust no hoe
Screw said "Nigga close that door"
Bitch I'm about to be famous and going on tour
Bitch I'm grinding ain't waiting no more
Opps tryna wolf, but them niggas poor
Ain't got breesh to be going to war
Won't catch me lacking going in that store
Come in here, better duck when it roll
I keep a 40, but I love the FN
Run up, bet you losing your best friend
Got no time for the jam, so we out tryna test it
Tryna see who gone die after breakfast
Take a trip to they block cause he kept tryna net diss
You see us, get to tucking your necklace
We got the addy, hop out tryna stretch him
Put his ass in the ground with his best friend
And these niggas be telling so watch who you step with
Die thugs we be punching the best bitch
Hint him for problems if he tryna nail shit
Kill that covid but yet to be tested
Your bro died, should've had his weapon
Throw a M bullets caving his chest in
Your bro died, should've had his weapon (Die Munn)
Throw a M bullets caving his chest in

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
These niggas want me dead, so I keep a gun
Lack once, bullets making you run
Shells hitting your top and it's making you runts
And I know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
We shoot like the Lakers, come try if you want
Make you cry to your savior, that's for tryna stunt
I got haters, the opps in a blunt
You gone run through that side I go run through the front
These niggas want me dead, so I keep a gun
Lack once, bullets making you run
Shells hitting your top and it's making you runts
And I know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
We shoot like the Lakers, come try if you want
Make you cry to your savior, that's for tryna stunt
I got haters, the opps in a blunt
You gone run through that side I go run through the front

[Verse 2: Drose]
You go in through the front
Ain't gone lie them lil niggas done
Shooting my sets say no more here we come
And bitch don't try to run it's a beam on this gun
Most of them niggas got turned into runts
Smoke his dad cause that boy gotta punch
Shots to his tummy he be fiending for lunch
And them niggas ain't spin they been breathing for months
S Block you know the vibes
This shit stolen drive like it's mine
She gone throw it back I'ma jump right behind
Cartier all my homies the day that I sign
Your brodie died you ain't do shit but whine
Go load up and put in some work with that 9
Shh got hit I'm surprised he survive
18 dead homies a lot of them died
Tell them free Sos wait 'til he home
We gon' turn him to toast
Fuck shooting far bitch I'm getting up close
Your brother got hit he ain't spin he a joke
If you know you know but I know you broke
How is you dissing us nigga?
It ain't none y'all dead to us nigga
When the last time y'all slid on us nigga
If it's smoke come get rid of us nigga

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
These niggas want me dead, so I keep a gun
Lack once, bullets making you run
Shells hitting your top and it's making you runts
And I know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
We shoot like the Lakers, come try if you want
Make you cry to your savior, that's for tryna stunt
I got haters, the opps in a blunt
You gone run through that side I go run through the front
These niggas want me dead, so I keep a gun
Lack once, bullets making you run
Shells hitting your top and it's making you runts
And I know you a fake, you gone die tryna pump
We shoot like the Lakers, come try if you want
Make you cry to your savior, that's for tryna stunt
I got haters, the opps in a blunt
You gone run through that side I go run through the front