Vanish
Walk through the cut
Them niggas better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom
Of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head
For all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom
Bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence
I guess that's what I'm best in
Young Bishop Rich 'n' Rollin'
Straight ridin' 'round with that red
Dot on that chopper
Make sure to rip 'em open
Russian four-pound
Tim' sent that clown to the doctor
We jumped the gatе in the trenches
Dudе caught him slippin'
Walked him down and head shotted him
Real 60 shit, blue Dickies fit's
Spit out some blood for his partner
Spilled in them projects
"Run on that nigga right here"
Make sure you hit all the targets
Be a prodigy if you can zip
Up him and his partner
Yall was quarantining in the house
When we was out "Red-Rum"in'
That glizzy go "Boom, Boom, Boom
Bah" broad day we sprayed 'bout a hundred
Ain't hard to see it in my eyes
Look in my face I go dumb, nigga
Better watch your mouth, do what you say
'cause
That shit right there get you slumped, nigga
I really came from the slums, nigga
Call him the "Rip-out-the-tounge-Killer"
They need to free the savage
Buy and repeat the caskets
Walk through the cut
Them niggas better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom
Of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head
For all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom
Bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence
I guess that's what I'm best in
Oh bitch, you thought that I was finished?
We gon' spin the spin again until we end it
Talkin' 'bout business to them bitches
Just go and get a life sentence
Them same ol' fingers you be using
To sneak diss me on Twitter
Gon' get bit up by the alligators
Once you thrown in a river
Why they hate us? 'Cause they don't know
No one that keep it mo' realer
Really want all the smoke when
I ride through the poke
Got big 4-0s on my niggas
Come and knock at the door, if
They past the age 4
You see straight smoke from my pistol
I just got in the load and I
Left for our bro, like "Yo what
I got the Benji's"
Told Lil' Woodie, then cooked
Up some motherfuckin' dope
But still ate out all the dishes
Ol' pussy boy, I'm at your throat
Like who can't come to the trenches
They know my youngins trained to
Go, you bite the dust, ima send 'em
You better get on when I
Get you, on Lil' Youngin', pull a kick door
Walk through the cut
Them niggas better vanish
I'm like what's happenin`
Big monkey nuts hang out the bottom
Of that Smith 'n' Wessun
He better pray to god that I don't catch him
Them pistols clappin`
Take one shot to the head
For all that fuckin' cappin'
Right back to back "Boom, boom
Bfah" yeah that's them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life of crime, promotin' violence
I guess that's what I'm best in