#WHOKILLEDEM

Welcome back, Blake
Fuck them niggas talking
Trying to make a way
Real nigga on my momma Trench nigga
Cooling Booling
Purple got me zooted
Send them bitches here and I'm a show you how to move it
Run of on a plug, better show me you can move it
Pistol in the club, bitch don't think that I won't shoot it
Need a hundred K, nobody show me how to do it
Ain't no nigga came and put me on had to get to it
Baby why you talking, so damn proper im from the hood
Ain't no nigga finna come and play thats understood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, swerving
I was tryna make sure them niggas know im purging
Close a nigga casket like we closing up our curtains
Make me punch a nigga lung from out his back like it was surgery
Pull the trigger back, I'm tryna make sure this bitch working
Focus on them racks, I need em coming a lil early
She just want a bag cause she always want me splurging
Trap jumping every day but Thursday it be worser
How the fuck you want a mill but ain't go run it up
Need to get up off your ass, get off your honeybuns
Where I'm from, they got bitches that'll shoot you up
They on go, might be retarded but they'll get it done
Double pay for every nigga who get two for one
Fuck the mommy, fuck the daddy, I'ma kill they son
Any nigga had a problem, still ain't do me none
Shooting guns became a habit when i shot my first one
First one,
Yeah
Still with it still with em
Niggas started teaming up, I John Wick em
I be on the block, that's where you find me, tryna ship em
Toting up on a Glock with a you don't even know who killed em
Know she got that ass, but you don't even know who built her
Thinking I'ma pay for BBI's, this ain't no Bob The Builder
Bitch, you need to hop on OF and run you up some skrilla
Think I'm finna give you bread?
Bitch, I'm not that type of nigga
I ain't coming in, if it's early, it ain't turnt yet
Know I'm stepping in with my Glock, cause they ain't search me
Tryna spin again, want a nigga dead, coffins
I'ma shark up in that water, nigga, you a dolphin
You ain't getting no cheese, nigga, you a call-in
How the fuck you got a job and every day you off it
Got my pocket full of blues, a nigga still don't call-in
I ain't up until my team up, we all ballin
Gone get this money, long as all these fucking stars lit
I made a promise, if I look back, then we all dead
Exotic in my lungs probably , what got me coughing
I don't think them niggas want to meet, cause they be stalling
Still with it, still with em
Niggas started team up, I John Wick em
I be on the block, thats where you find me trying to ship em
Toting on a Glock with a you don't even know who killed em