Supa Sitchy

Grrah AR, AR, AR Grrah-grrah boom EMRLD Like Yo Eli what the fuck is poppin'? Grrah, MB, MB Drip, drip, drip Fifth to the Sev, pop out, it get active If he moving wocky, we gon pack him Hollows hit 'em, make him do a backflip He tryna get a feature then I'm taxin' On the Fifty with the sitchy Makkin' Shh- got hit why the fuck he was lacking? Off of yellow, now a nigga blackened Chrome hearts and Amiri for the fashion Send a shot all you heard was a ring? If I'm coming my knocks I'ma bring Niggas dissin' but they ain't do a thing Niggas ain't never take risk for they gang If you ain't the Makk then you a stain How my young demons spinnin' snatch the chain Bitch I'm pistol packing, I got aim Boomin' at niggas, we like fuck a rake And no we ain't shootin' from deep? Get up close, wе gon put him to sleep Opps pussy, they be duckin' heat Big ass chop knock him off his feet Off thе perky, masked up tryna creep He keep dissin' can't wait till we meet I'ma up it then click before he blink Vision blurry I'm goin off the drink Try to run he got shot in his back Supa sitchy I could neva lack Supa MB I'on fuck wit Hatz Bitch I was thirteen totin' on a strap In the Maybach, the pole on my lap Smokin' on Mexi they can't get him back Talk facts let's get into that Word on my fives they never got clapped I'ma look for the Gz n the O's EBK and that's just how it go And these lil niggas talkin' on bro So when you see me better have your pole Zombie tips gon' lift a nigga soul Niggas be snitchin' fuckin up the code How you jackin' that nigga? He told If he jackin' the opps then its slow Trippy demon I'm stuck on my ways Smokin' Lotti and Caine to the face Bitch I hop out shoot a nigga in his what Baby .380 it's tucked in my waist Do a hit get low on the chase If it get hot then I'm skipping them states Niggas pussy no I can't relate No I ain't jackin' none, them niggas plates Like what, cause we ain't with the nonsense Spin the lam, I'm lookin for a target If I spot a Jet then I'ma park him These lil niggas don't know what they started Fifth to the sev, DOA we heartless I'm the wokk, I'ma get it regardless I'm a demon I'm just bein' honest Chop on my lap then you gotta pay homage In the V I'm spinnin' wit chaser Smokin dead niggas out the paper Couple opps got smoked like vapors No you can't run causes this Glock got a laser Filled with anger So just hope you dont run into me Cuz you know I'ma flame ya Shit major I be spinnin' n clickin' n leavin niggas on the pavement We dangerous Niggas know what my niggas get into From the Fifty's, bitch we too official I'm off the drugs and I'm clutching my pistol Think you hot and I'm comin' to get you N we hittin' whoever is with you Bullets get to flyin' like its missiles He gon die when it rip thru his tissues Like Grrah-grrah boom Every opp shot Everything dead MB, MB Drench, drench Grrah, grrah-grrah