No-rap-cap, come out my mouth now
Made a couple songs, think he hot now
Hit his ass up, he think he Pac now
Broad daylight, he got shot down
Chopper bullets make his ass hop 'round
Bloodshed, ain't no way to stop now
Goin' live'll get your ass popped now,
Seem like everybody want an opp now
Leavin' him flatline,
Slaughter-Gang, knife in the back I'm on that time,
Turn him to a hashtag,
Make him a "long live" niggas ain't my kind,
Tried and true I'ma pop mine,
I was seventeen with a Glock 9,
I wanna see red, stop sign,
I wanna see red, Clifford
She keep tryna rip off my zipper,
I moved to LA, I'm a Clipper
He think with his dick, he a tricker,
Get your bitch out the car 'fore we blick her
We put an AirTag on his car, he in Miami by Brickell
Say hello to the four-nickel,
I got a magazine, who got an issue?

Givin'-out-smoke...
Pussyyyyyy
My trigger finger broke..
Don't try me like no hoE,
I always let it blow,
I pull up : " FAH' score"
NIGGA,
We caught him by that store..
How much you wanna bet they ass won't stand right there no more?
I'm Slaughter Gang O.V.O
A half a million a show,
but I still walk in with that pole,
Idiot