Lil Rell - Intro Lyrics

Bitch its Lil Rell and im lit on the beat
Told that bitch better suck like you missing some teeth
And I gotta admit im addicted to beef
Put the clip in the heat and your strip get delete
Send my shooter the bread he say mission complete
She give me some head she gone lick up the skeet
You cap in your words you not living your beats
In the trap with them birds like im whipping a tweet
We slide on the opps hear explosions and fire
Spinning your block like sum clothes in the dryer
Im good with the pot and the bowl and the fire
When we get the drop we gone roll like sum tires
We fill him up with more holes then a fryer
Say that you with me we know you a liar
Niggas be plotting so poles is required
It flash like a picture so pose for your flyer
Cause i said one we got like two many pistols you know that they shooting from three
Wait four if i let off shots out the nickel that boy gone be six feet feep
Fundamentals with the pot gotta mean right wrist
Bitch ain't tell me stop she on sum green light shit
Flick it off flick it on got the beam light switch wait hol
(Kiss) get a dream night kiss
Uh, Smoking on Gas now my chest ache
We got that shit that's gone breathe take
Hop out the whip let the tech spray
Who get hit first it's a death race
They Just free'd my brother its on to the next case
Stomp his ass out and now he need a neck brace
Feds asking questions wanna know where my pet stay
They think im the cause in the rise of the death rate
He said he gone slide well that was a disappointment
You can get appointed get the stick I point it
Got your bitch calling for a dick appointment told him
Send the addy all the dissing pointless
Aiming for your head you can get anointed
We gone burn the opps just like a knick of ointment
That's big work you can get employment she gone big slurp suck for my enjoyment
Me and my brother gone slide pull up with two ninas we call that a double date
Roll down the window and fire hallows gone bake him get turned to a oven cake
And i don't care what it is you get in the jam you make sure your brother straight
Shooter out England uh if i make that call then you know you in trouble mate
Uh niggas snitching all them statements written pussy
Taste like turkey told her thanks for giving
If I kick the bitch Its cause she smell like fishes
Why you love that bitch well thats a stank decision
When the opps failed told em thanks for missing
Ten glock shells call em made amendments
Don't know why these niggas try to play my image
Like I ain't never squeeze my gun and spray and finish
Cause see that's the whole problem with niggas and critics and point of perception
When somebody die they say he was good
And don't know bout the bullshit that nigga had stepped in
I know ya'll hate to hear it but that's just the real don't understand if you in field
Stop saying stop the violence tell niggas to stop doing shit that a get they ass killed
Bitch Im alright like the cops behind me
Say its time is money need a watch to find me
Like its wedding day I keep the glock beside me
Wait hol chill bruh chill chill chill chill chill chill yeah
Wait hol hol hol nah i ain't even gone do that
I ain't even gone do that to ya'll man its Lil Rell Bitch
Set it off nigga
Uh Im gone