WAREHOUSE MASSACRE

[Verse 1: 717na]
Boy think he tough then we run in his house
Don't give a fuck I'll put him in the ground
Don't give a fuck I'll put you in the ground
All of this killing I'm talk of the town
All of this killing I'm talk of the town
Strap on my back when I'm walking around

Pull up to his place I let it spray
Pussy think he hard
I just upped him with a K
I got twin Glocks put you on a shirt just like some paint
He can't get up bullets got him moving with delay
Why he talk hot talking all that shit and all that hate (All that hate)
I got his boys tied up out back
They think they tough just laced their pack
I just burnt their racks
I'm off that shit I'm moving fast
I turned their tense right into past

[Verse 3: spxxky]
Bloody sevens on the wall while
I'm creepin' through the warehouse
Pryer to your throat
And i'm ripping out your damn mouth
You don't get to leave
Caution tape all on the scene
Got your throat between my teeth, yeah
Got me feelin' like the dentist when I fuck around
Got me prying out his teeth out in the warehouse
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah