Rhymez

[Hook]
Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders
My niggas are shooters, Medusas
Hitting bitches, madoolas
Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it
Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing
Glocks still booming

[Verse 1]
Opps still losing
Coupe's drop-top and still cruising
Crack pot's still moving, head top's still roofing
Vest top, chest shot still bruise him
Snap runs shit like Vladimir Putin
Niggas preeing like a spy, we're gonna party when you die
Thug life motherfucker, winners get to rise
When I went jail I only missed my .45
Still get four or five shots pon the nine
Niggas praying when I come through
Stick in my hand, gun kicks like kung-fu
Tried it on a case, tried to figure who gunned you
Make a bitch cum then I cum too
Gun check, mic check, one-two
Porsche with the red seats, move like Pesci
Stressing the TEC till your neck bleeds
Feds and pagans wanna get me
There's suttin real special bout the speshy
Peel off in the XE, getaway driver named Freshie
Shout out my nigga deadly
Free up my nigga Older Snap and nigga like Wesley
Bullet showers for my foes
Money, cars and hoes
My nigga's stuck on parole
I ain't scared to die but I ain't ready to go
Presidential Roley and it's flooded with stones
I ain't scared to die but I ain't ready to go
Presidential Roley and it's flooded with stones

[Hook]
Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders
My niggas are shooters, Medusas
Hitting bitches, madoolas
Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it
Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing
Glocks still booming

[Verse 2]
Win battles with actions, never with words
The sub submerge, put his fucking face in the dirt
Nigga died at sixteen cause he wanted to ride
Like twenty-five to life never crossed his mind
Now someone's gonna die when I pop my nine
The pagans been plotting
I'm paranoid, my gun's been polished
Niggas call my name but I ain't friends with these dudes
How you a banger and got guns that's never been used?
Shoot your whole squad dead, make the prime time news
Insta life got him killed, that's a million views
No love for the system, love for my sisters
My nieces and nephews, know that I love you
Fuck my enemies, them niggas planning my death
Me and Tem gonna squeeze until all of them dead
Word to Blacks, spray the MAC until all of them rest
Flashbacks to drive-by's, niggas gunning for heads
Pistol popping, my nigga wigging and whacking buses
Selling products and fucking bitches and counting profits
Prophecy of the future, I'm like a noble prophet
If it's too good to be true nigga don't trust it
Glitter gold and this flashy life, we sacrifice
They hate my guts, wanna crucify me like Jesus Christ
Run up on me, the MAC upon me, I'll feed him fries
Never sympathise, let my enemies bloody die

[Hook]
Spitting rhymes and bullets, you niggas intruders
My niggas are shooters, Medusas
Hitting bitches, madoolas
Niggas wish they could do this, I cock it and shoot it
Wonderful shooting, cops still pursuing
Glocks still booming