[Production by Daringer]
[Intro]
You know how we can purchase a couple of TEC-9, semi-automatics, extended magazines?
Hold on, who? TEC-9's? The f** for?
It's a family problem
[Hook: Conway]
Give them n***as the drum
Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one
Young and dropping bodies like it's fun
Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done
[Verse 1: Conway]
Pyrex pot, got the yola resi'
Shoot a fifteen with the sweeper hold it steady
James Patterson with the pen, I'm writing thrillers
I write it for k**ers, they treat my words like Bible scriptures
Had the youngin fire the blicka
Tryna peel the cap for that contract he never seen that type of scrilla
I ain't like these weirdo rappers, I'm a psycho n***a
Grimy like Tyson in the ninetie n***a, you Bryson Tiller
Homie that's on dogs i never liked you n***as
Hit you with some sh** outta this automatic rifle n***a
Praise me, I'm like christ to n***as
Them large n***as was blind i dropped the sh** and gave sight to n***as
Load the M-16 rocking Supreme
Nowadays they don't make diss songs, they making memes
Till i find them and run down on and 'em and let it ring
b**h there ain't a rapper alive f**ing with the machine
[Hook: Conway]
Give them n***as the drum
Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one
Young and dropping bodies like it's fun
Fifty on his head, his own shooters"ll get it done
Roll down the Benz window let off twenty-one
Fifty on his head, his own shooters get it done
[Verse 2: Conway]
The shooter squeezing, he a heathen when he snort
M-16 reaching leave you bleeding on your porch
Look you keep running your dicks**ers that's the reason you a corpse