12345678 (feat. Dee Floxks, The Kid Jeremiah & Yvng Metro)

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Five, Six, Seven, Eight Six, Seven, Eight Seven, Eight Eight I'm mr stay with a G and that one nigga feared I got two in the knock and that third nigga wanted a stare All you hear is four shots, the fifth nigga didn't come near All six of them dead on the sev cause the eighth nigga dared He getting closer, I'm in the V tryna catch me a roller He got one in his shoulder, shots to his leg, I said thirteen, I told ya He got put on a poster, back out my knocker, had it in my holster I said murder, wrote ya, I catch lil robert, I do him like Noah Momma said I'm the one, 2 tact with this G, let three shots out the gun I'ma with Dee, Tim, & Rey, we four deep man I dare you to come They five deep in the V, he'll be carried by 6 by the time that I'm done In the ville i was seven, I only ate noodles cause we ain't have none I'm off a pill, I'm a tweaker (uh) he tryna hide, I'm a seeker Uh, keep this knock high like a fever, stepping on shit in these designer sneakers And that ho she a eater, after I nut then I'm finna leave her And I stay with my heater, taught myself how to shoot man, I don't need a teacher Like I seen an opp he was running like Rick, I sent 1 to his top and then 2 to his ribs It was 3 of us first, but now Dee in this shit, so we coming 4 deep niggas know what it is On they block and they know what I did if they sending out 5, then we sending out 6, OYK all that shit to my dick They be chattin online but they never did shit, I told brodie like send him to heaven Opp thot tryna fuck at like 7, if it's beef nigga we gotta dead it I'm in love with guns, i think i got a fetish, 8 bullets gon' teach him a lesson Like damn, we all getting lit, no excuses, you won't get a kiss like bitch, you can suck on my dick I got eight shots, for the opps, seven bitches they giving me top 6 AM I'm sending them the drop, five bullets they knock a nigga out his socks I've been spinning for hours nigga that's my hobby Three dead the second that they found me One shot I left them in the lobby Yellow, Diddy, Noah, Notti That's One of the niggas I smoke, Two opps they die by the poke We three deep we sending them the low, if I catch lil shh we sending out four Five niggas with me they the bros, don't try to push up on us you don't know Six bullets hit him in his nose, when we bend through the sev we throw eight then we go 1,2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, if I spot me a opp I'ma take his face One shot to his back make him levitate, fuck lil Robert, i could never catch a case Yeah I said it before I'ma say it again, we don't talk you can't be my friend You a opp but we can't make amends, pass me the bottle we getting bent One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight Five, Six, Seven, Eight Six, Seven, Eight Seven, Eight Eight I'm mr stay with a G and that one nigga feared I got two in the knock and that third nigga wanted a stare All you hear is four shots, the fifth nigga didn't come near All six of them dead on the sev cause the eighth nigga dared