Lyrics: James T Crawford
Music: James T Crawford
Yeah, okgutta
Come while he sleep like I'm the boogie man, I'll banish him
For all that ramblin', I'd leave them niggas scramblin'
I'll give them headstones, I'm not givin' them bandages
I seen my reflection in his blood when I was standin' in it
I drained it all out of his body, left him layin' in it
Play with me one time, I'll kill you I'm not playin' with it
All they got is ashes and some pictures to commemorate him (Yeah)
Caught him and his bitch on a date, them bullets ripped into him
Flew threw him straight into her after they ripped out of him
It's a shame since she was with him, that bitch had to go with him (Yeah)
I'm still gone walk down on him to double check if he's finished (Yeah)
I throw five shots at him, I know that he's finished
I throw five more into him since he's seizin' and twitchin'
Twin Glock .23's, these .40 cal's disintegrate him
Bullets spent for every word he said I left him buried in them (What the)
Real serial dream killer
Yeah, okgutta
I don't play with no .22's, one tap sent him straight up to God (Yeah)
Slugs severed his torso off his arms and punctured through his bod
Dragon breaths spoke to him once, they whispered death and knocked him off (Bitch)
Play with me once, I'll hunt you down like I got tunnel vision
Destroyed his face with only one 7.62
I got so close, I caught his soul and watched him ****in' vanish
Gurgling blood, spent his last breath to ask what did he do
I hope they all hear this, I'm gon' make you all perish
I'll make all of you feel this bitch so I be walkin' with it
Fifty AE's ripped holes in his back got his ass walkin' different
This bitch vaporized his face in seconds like my ratchet glitchin'
I'm always on a mission, I'm tryna flip one of them niggas
Standard clip inside this .40 cal, I'll flick it until it's empty
I've got to see the life go out before I call it finished
Point blank range I broke apart his face, that nigga could've kissed it (Bitch)
And see that's the thing about it
Any fake gangster testin' me gon' die by this Sig Sauer
Someone pick him up, he in a pool of blood drownin'
Hit him up so much he'll bleed out and die within an hour (Yeah, bitch)
I put the O in violence
Death before dishonor OTB for life, I'm plottin' (Yeah)
I keep one inside the head In case you think about tryin' it
I'll explode you in broad day light without thinkin' about it
Real serial dream killer
Yeah, okgutta
Come while he sleep like I'm the boogie man, I'll banish him (Yeah)
For all that ramblin', I'd leave them niggas scramblin' (Yeah)
I'll give them headstones, I'm not givin' them bandages (Yeah)
I seen my reflection in his blood when I was standin' in it
I drained it all out of his body, left him layin' in it
Play with me one time, I'll kill you I'm not playin' with it
All they got is ashes and some pictures to commemorate him (Yeah)