Lyrics: Brailko Artyom Vyacheslavovich/Kamrein McClay/Kayshaun Mclean/Maurice Jordan
Music: Brailko Artyom Vyacheslavovich/Kamrein McClay/Kayshaun Mclean/Maurice Jordan
Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that .30 stick, put that b***h between his eyes
When you go up on this mission, you better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg, but steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up, now your stupid p***y ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets, the police catching me lying
C**king back, I'm blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a b***h, but this glizzy is with me now
I'ma punisher
I'ma do that lil' boy dirty
Say momma I could fly, so please don't be worried
He tryna earn that green flag, the b***h gotta commit a murder
My cousin slung lines, while I'm getting full of that purple
Make them come spin up on your block, that's if you speak up on my circle
This ain't no action, I gеt active, my young niggas, they'll hurt you
Might as well commit suicidе 'cause you stay here hiding behind the curtain
Niggas know where you at when you ride, we be the ones not showing no mercy
Told that p***y boy, 'Stop all that lyin' in yo' verses'
Them same songs gon' be the songs the playing when y'all in hearses
Shit, I'ma teach you, raise your hand when you wanna talk, don't ever reverse it
Niggas be hiding on their three eyes to catch them boys I ain't even swerving
Drill something, you ain't never killed nothing
B***h, I'm 'bout that action like that chop gon' peel something
Stay talkin' on that phone, I catch you, I'ma drill yo' ass
No, you don't want no smoke with Yungin, he gon' kill yo' ass
I catch a opp down bad, pull out my Draco fast
160 on the dash, this scat pack moving fast
Lay in your dirt, if you ever heard of me, I ain't the last
Pray you get murked and I got this ****ing choppa in my hand
Walk down, we don't do no drive-by's
Hop out with that .30 stick, put that b***h between his eyes
When you go up on this mission, you better not damn change your mind
Yungin got that bracelet on his leg, but steady saying he gon' die
Judgement day come up, now your stupid p***y ass gon' cry
30 rocks up in his pockets, the police catching me lying
C**king back, I'm blowing out far
Choppas clapping it ain't no choir
I'm sober than a b***h, but this glizzy is with me now