Lyrics: James T Crawford
Music: James T Crawford
Yeah, okgutta
I don't play that disrespectful shit and I keep my gun near me (Yeah)
Green tips rip through the wall and poke holes through his belly (Yeah)
My first gun was a rusty ass 1911 (Uh-huh)
I put that bitch to work, I put your dog in heaven (Bitch)
One in the head in traffic, they said they gon' get me (Yeah)
Semi beside me, if I see them I'll be ready
My second gun I had was built by Smith and Wesson (Uh-huh)
M&P Shield done taught a lot of niggas lessons (Yeah)
I'm a plot life general, man
Real ****ing grim reaper, man, don't get your soul took
Don't get your soul took, don't get your soul took
I'm coming for you
Yeah, okgutta
I probably robbed your ****in' partner, nigga, I mean that
The first nigga I see from the opposition, I'm squeezing that
Yeah, my gun stay on my hip like it's attached
That four-nickel will blast and fire your top up like a match
All of that bappin' gets you left six feet below the grass
I'm spinnin' through your hood off two fifteens, I'm ****in' smacked
I got some shit that'll turn you to a relic of the past
Two forty-fives, I'm double strapped down, I do niggas bad (Yeah)
Twelve gauge will make a nigga back flip (Flip)
I'll keep on shootin' 'til your skull split (Split)
Can't no nigga try to run from this (Nah)
7.62's cut right through a brick (Brick)
Voice of the five, bitch, I'm way too legit (Yeah)
Only niggas hatin' is the one's that I got licked (Yeah)
Don't play with me, they'll find you in a ditch (In a ditch)
Or a lake, I fed you to the fish (To the fish)
Don't mistake a gangster for a bitch (Nah)
Or you gon' die and I won't make it quick (Yeah)
Me taking his life, that was his final wish (Okgutta)
Torture techniques made him lose his will to live