WEEK DEAD (Ft. 884Phxbia)

[Verse 1: 884Phxbia]
This nigga mad bout a bitch
I swear that Glock finna hit
Beam on the Glock, bullets come with that muzzle lil bitch no I’m not finna miss
Glock for a opp and a Glock for a bitch
He talking crazy I’m not finna diss
This nigga talking bout me like a hoe
Nigga you don’t got a dick

I’m talking that shit nigga, swear he gone die
Chop on the beam, I don’t got to try
This nigga stupid, he tried to slide
Ain’t no witness lil nigga get shot in the eye
Walk with a stick and I don’t got a trip when I shoot at a nigga he gone get fried
He gone hop in that hellcat sending bullets at ‘em nigga you cannot dodge

[Verse 2: SAKITARO]
Choppa start sending bullets you can’t dodge nigga
Just want the neck bitch I ain’t going to prom with ya
Talking that shit to choppa your gone nigga
Bullеt size so big that it’ll make it look like a bomb hit ya

Pull up on your block and wе fold em like origami nigga
Body drop we dip off the block before you even saw me bitch
You looking forward to involving the cops but you ain’t even know this shit
You broke lil bitch
Put 40 on your head that you gone fold cause you a scared lil bitch

Get the fye fye
Dumbass really thought I wasn’t bout it cause I’m 5’5
Told em we gonna roast him like the chicken up at Popeyes
Told that nigga bye bye
Put him in the blind spot
Got that nigga dropped off bitch
Y’all hating can’t admit that i gone pop off bitch
Too late yall bitches just gone see my Glock pop bitch
She ask me for my number that is not your bitch
You better watch your bitch
You can't even dodge this shit

[Chorus: 884Phxbia]
Take your block with a cheese grater
And my chops getting hungry I’m not finna eat later
And I just bought a green laser
And in love with that bit on the net you a e-dater
Take your block with a cheese grater
And my chops getting hungry I’m not finna eat later
And I just bought a green laser
And in love with that bitch on the net you a e-dater

[Verse 3: 884Phxbia]
Lil nigga I be tweaking
Caught him lacking on a weekend
They ain’t find his body nigga he died
Last week nigga he a weak dead
Shot in the top then dug out a week head
She had gave me top once she got weak head
If a nigga want smoke pull up with a chop
We gone fill him right with lead

[Verse 4: SAKITARO]
They like “Taro how do you write like that”
Ben bout my Franklins key up in the sky like that
I ain’t got patients nigga we can fight like that
Mad cause your bitch for team man she trifling
Up on your block like a gun rage with rifles yeah
Shoot at your whip turn that bitch unicycle yeah
Spin out like laundry make him do some cycles yeah
Be like “you caught me” nigga we gone find your ass

Flowing for days niggas know that I’m like the best
Gone get your gang lit up if even try to test
Nigga six body’s six bags
Turn this bitch to six flags
Way I turn the scene into a frightening fest
Shoot up his sides yeah he gone need a wider vest
Feeling like Biden I’m gone need to get some rest
Cause man I’m tired of these niggas think they best
Open your mind with this Glock one shot to head