Lyrics: Frost/Justtjokay/Dubbygotbars/knyvez
Music: Frost/Justtjokay/Dubbygotbars/knyvez
Killshot,yeah
Look,uh!
We gon' bring the gang out(yeah)
Money in our face now
Check it
.45 to his neck i have him stressed out
Cold-hearted,guess that'll teach him to poke his chest out
So much loud you probably hear us from the next town
F**k aroudοΌyou talk to me crazy you got a mess now
Look at how we do'em this ain't even fair(yeah)
Told you i'm a problem ,you been well aware gang in this bi*ch don't give fu*k about the other side
Man,you can't get in my castle cause it's been fotified
Killshot,i do not miss
Double sticks like a height sights levelled to the twins
Get a glimpse of the enemy ain't lettin'them exist
Ain't a decorated ,,,invented who i'm is
No safety,heaters spit,cheetah print bullets get to paintin'
See'em head leave'em with the demons or the angles
The reason this here is we don't need'em hangin'
I'm barely even aimin',i'm motherf**kin' dangerous
Clutchin'on my piece burnin' steel hot
Point blank that's a motherf**kin' killshot(rah!!!)
That's motherf**kin' killshot
killshot..
If you really down to ride you gon'really have to prove
A couple killers on my side, i say the word they get to shootin'
No confusion in my mind i see the dream and the illusions
I'm in overdrive you ain't my vibe i keep it move up
I'm just runnin'on your streets,grab a meal then i'm plottin'
I was gettin' to the steel if you feel what i'm knockin',chrome!
Clutchin'on my piece burnin' steel hot
Point blank that's a motherf**kin' killshot(rah!!!)
That's motherf**kin' killshot