911

Grrah, baow, baow, baow
Gllt-boom-boom-boom
Gltt, grrah, grrah
I be taking souls
Shots at his top now his body is freezer cold
Fucking Timbs if you looking for
Shot after shot, up my boys, take a heater, ho
Once again and I’m friends with the paramedics
Bodies drop take his top and we clappin him
Tryna look in his face he a dead man
If he don’t drop I’ma aim for his head then
We up so them boys never keeping up
Hittem at school have the janitor clean em up
Know we friends when I’m shootin first
Like
Get low and return fire
Niggas wack like
Yo' mans he got fried you get layed next
Glove on my hands when I’m shootin thats latex
No moving that boy he gon lay stretch
No recognizing no part of his face left
I’m an Osama child been a block inspiration
Suicide when I’m dropping by
One smoke then I’m callin' up Dre Dre
Up in the block and It’s ripping like bey-blades
Spin here then we spinnin the same day
Catch one of yours and its lookin like payday
On call like im good
Penetrate when the glizzy kick
See us got his face stuck
His mom found his body he dead with his face up
All this spinnin' the oppas must hate us
Smokin his body
Dre Dre double o he
Same chop with the same clip
Only need one round bodies drop and his face lit
No rush cause we patient
Yeah we terrorizing
Mr. Black up and crazy White
Undercovers they fishin'
How you talkin' in messages
When this chop start ringing I can’t get a answer back
Couple shots 'til
You get put in a freezer thats some cold cut
Look
We packin' chops like its lunchables
I ain’t sayin' names
Change his head like a barber do
If you dont trust me just read up the articles
Crack his head like a cashew
(bow x4)
And nobody getting back
Everybody getting choked up
Now his mom trynna see her son
But her baby skin cold face
Skin white so you thought it’s sweet
Till im spinnin with the guys hop out where the demons tweak
All the guys and them bodies droppin
If you not outside
Man down while your mommy watching
911, 911, spin through the opps and its terrorism
911, 911, spin through the opps and its terrorism
Bruce lee when the choppa kick