Splurt Diablo - Firing Squad lyrics

[Hook] Street sleep, late night with my dogs Tryna take a life like God Everyone's on job Firing squad Man ah start move odd Till the script flip like Pog Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up, demagogue No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up on his door Man ah turn a flame on with my firing squad [Verse 1] Man's talking 'bout lighting 'em up I go radio stations and they don't turn up These times I have the bruk I'm walking, talking bad luck Leave man laying in his muck Big fish inna dis, dem man are so likkle If I catch man do more than make blood trickle Strawberry rain, man ah pour that Big Blue Battle, man can't ignore that Tear the room down when I cave in your cap I don't hide behind no one, and I saw that you do So I might tear down your batch I ain't rich yet so I might take your stack Don't lie, cause you ain't gonna see none of it back Leave man stretched on the floor like a beer mat Anywhere I see your face, I'mma tear that [Hook] Street sleep, late night with my dogs Tryna take a life like God Everyone's on job Firing squad Man ah start move odd Till the script flip like Pog Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad

Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up, demagogue No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up on his door Man ah turn a flame on with my firing squad [Verse 2] When I'm firing my 38, rise it up and then bun skin Normal, squat and dump it like say it was doo-doo Aim and touch it, man say I do voodoo Cause they touch wood and I touch chrome tings Steeze is comfy, two-handed, hold it Man ah real madman, man ah ain't posing Think it's a joke ting, to me, omen And that's just me Still got the links for the long four fizzy No more Family Tree, it's Tizzy Man ah move digi Got the big something Cotching on the surface like a tiger lily Said he's on it But I'm looking at my something like "is he really?" I'll light up his block On the back of a jinny like buh [Hook] Street sleep, late night with my dogs Tryna take a life like God Everyone's on job Firing squad Man ah start move odd Till the script flip like Pog Gs fly down, everyone's got a rod Tryna catch a bod with the firing squad Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up, demagogue No, there ain't nuttin' long with the firing squad Firing squad Firing squad Bun him up on his door Man ah turn a flame on with my firing squad