Ayy, run down with the blick
Got another clip, I'ma shoot till' it click
Yo gang really pussy, hit you and your clique
Out here with your bitch, get hit in her tit
They already know we the ones who spinnin
They ain't get back and they know who did it
We up on the score, why they think they winning
They say I'm a devil by the way that I'm sinning
Okay, that's cool, I think that's fine
Boy the stick go, grah, make it sound like J9
Lil' mama wanna know why they call me K.I
Tell them look in my face, see the killer in my eyes
Just know when you slip, my niggas gon' slide
Last nigga dissed me, last nigga had died
When the shit get real, boy you better pick a side
You know it's a drive-by when you hear them tires
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
Niggas know what I'm on
I'm really like that, not just in my songs
Don't care about words, just watch your tone
Cause these sticks and stones will break a bone
I feel like AB, cause I put that shit on
Only take five bands just to get a nigga gone
Get her off that liq, it'll turn her shone
She'll take off that thong, thong, thong, thong
Seven.62s have them f*ck boys runnin
Ain't worried about my opps, cause they ain't on nothin
Not saying they name, cause they know how we bummin
I stay on the block like I'm Andre Drummond
Must wanna die, why they speakin' of me?
With them thirties out, we was on the ugly
If a nigga slid, he was leavin' bloody
I don't believe in karma, can't nobody touch me
And that striker, shit I feel like Vin Diesel
Life is a movie, you can see it at Regal
If you want smoke, you better call all your people
Cause we got drums that rock out like the Beatles
Spin the block, M.J, got you dancin' like Tito
Seein' me shine, know it's hurtin' they ego
Circle so small, can't see out my peep hole
Spanish chick see the ice, say"Papi muy frio"
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
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Ayy, run down with the blick
Got another clip, I'ma shoot till' it click
Yo gang really pussy, hit you and your clique
Out here with your bitch, get hit in her tit
They already know we the ones who spinnin
They ain't get back and they know who did it
We up on the score, why they think they winning
They say I'm a devil by the way that I'm sinning
Okay, that's cool, I think that's fine
Boy the stick go, grah, make it sound like J9
Lil' mama wanna know why they call me K.I
Tell them look in my face, see the killer in my eyes
Just know when you slip, my niggas gon' slide
Last nigga dissed me, last nigga had died
When the shit get real, boy you better pick a side
You know it's a drive-by when you hear them tires
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
Niggas know what I'm on
I'm really like that, not just in my songs
Don't care about words, just watch your tone
Cause these sticks and stones will break a bone
I feel like AB, cause I put that shit on
Only take five bands just to get a nigga gone
Get her off that liq, it'll turn her shone
She'll take off that thong, thong, thong, thong
Seven.62s have them f*ck boys runnin
Ain't worried about my opps, cause they ain't on nothin
Not saying they name, cause they know how we bummin
I stay on the block like I'm Andre Drummond
Must wanna die, why they speakin' of me?
With them thirties out, we was on the ugly
If a nigga slid, he was leavin' bloody
I don't believe in karma, can't nobody touch me
And that striker, shit I feel like Vin Diesel
Life is a movie, you can see it at Regal
If you want smoke, you better call all your people
Cause we got drums that rock out like the Beatles
Spin the block, M.J, got you dancin' like Tito
Seein' me shine, know it's hurtin' they ego
Circle so small, can't see out my peep hole
Spanish chick see the ice, say"Papi muy frio"
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
Got another clip, I'ma shoot till' it click
Yo gang really pussy, hit you and your clique
Out here with your bitch, get hit in her tit
They already know we the ones who spinnin
They ain't get back and they know who did it
We up on the score, why they think they winning
They say I'm a devil by the way that I'm sinning
Okay, that's cool, I think that's fine
Boy the stick go, grah, make it sound like J9
Lil' mama wanna know why they call me K.I
Tell them look in my face, see the killer in my eyes
Just know when you slip, my niggas gon' slide
Last nigga dissed me, last nigga had died
When the shit get real, boy you better pick a side
You know it's a drive-by when you hear them tires
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
Niggas know what I'm on
I'm really like that, not just in my songs
Don't care about words, just watch your tone
Cause these sticks and stones will break a bone
I feel like AB, cause I put that shit on
Only take five bands just to get a nigga gone
Get her off that liq, it'll turn her shone
She'll take off that thong, thong, thong, thong
Seven.62s have them f*ck boys runnin
Ain't worried about my opps, cause they ain't on nothin
Not saying they name, cause they know how we bummin
I stay on the block like I'm Andre Drummond
Must wanna die, why they speakin' of me?
With them thirties out, we was on the ugly
If a nigga slid, he was leavin' bloody
I don't believe in karma, can't nobody touch me
And that striker, shit I feel like Vin Diesel
Life is a movie, you can see it at Regal
If you want smoke, you better call all your people
Cause we got drums that rock out like the Beatles
Spin the block, M.J, got you dancin' like Tito
Seein' me shine, know it's hurtin' they ego
Circle so small, can't see out my peep hole
Spanish chick see the ice, say"Papi muy frio"
I wonder if you know, how we livin, we on go
If you see me, then you mean it, then you know you have to blow
Shoot till' it click, click, click
Boy, you a bitch, bitch, bitch
Writer: Karras West
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