Lurkin

I'm 'posed to been dead All this money on my head, I'm 'posed to been dead (The Heroz) (KP On The Beat) Ayy, free Queso, bitch-ass nigga, Mister Face-Go, Mister Disrespectful All that shit in one, you know how we rocking Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurking with the hammer Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?" Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast We left one with a booty bag, ugh, I can feel his pain It's a shame he can't wipe his own ass, and he can't shit the same Damn, that's down bad, he can't stand up, or he can't sit the same But I ain't bragging 'bout this shit, just telling you how quick can change I know this shit a dirty game, that's why I play this shit to win Spin a bin, avoid that nigga knee, make sure you hit his shin And spin again, witness on the scene, we gotta get it, friend We really men, this rod, it ain't proficient, it get business did Don't fuck with us, it's up with us, who tryna fuck with something? (What up?) Say the word and all my brothers coming Which mean them cutters coming (oh, you know we coming, bitch-ass nigga) All my niggas like the trash man, bitch, they in love with dumping Move wrong and that's your ass, man, this cutter cut your stomach Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurkin with the hammer Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?" Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast