Baw Baw
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them (808 Mafia)
Yeah, this that murder music
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them
(He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off
This shit is bang bang, a blood stain
Amiri gang
Wear 'bout fifty chains, check my ice
Might be the name you can't hit a stain
May young Skuba hit your mane
We shake shit like tambourines
The chopper clap like round of applause
Bitch, I don't need no aim
And we gon' knock a nigga off
Say I been through hell and back with
My Kel Tec in this Hellcat
I keep my F&N, that's my lie detector
I can smell rats it ain't no help for him
Y'all gon' die together, take a dirt nap
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them
(He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off
Yeah, burn him like a stripper
Send a nigga to the doctor
Not talkin' 'bout a butcher when I
Say I got a chopper all my niggas killers
You can tell by they posture
I'ma spill a nigga's noodles like I
Waste a bowl of pasta murder make me happy
Told my mama not to judge me
Keep a dirty Harry just in
Case you feeling lucky
Body after body, killin' shit like Ted Bundy
Shoot him in the face, make a pretty boy ugly
That's my shooter, I recruited him
Glock-23, got two of them
Cross in his face, that mean two of them
(He got body bags)
I drop a bag, watch what he do to him
Chicka baow baow, knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow
I knock your block right off
Chicka baow baow, I knock the block right off
808 Mafia