DaMercenary (Single) Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't let him hype your head up, nigga. That's how we coming
Man, some shit ain't so
Yeah, don't let them hype his head up
We don't f*ck with no nerds

Tell them to get it back in blood
You know M5 done caught a couple niggas
I'm quick to spill some blood
Free all my thugs

That M5, nigga, man
Back on this motherf*cker one more time
And I ain't done yet
Niggas been pissing me off

Nigga, I love to see a nerd
I've been on it since a jit. Told brothers quick money
Told brothers quick lick
Told them just park around the corner. Be my eyes in my ear

Let me know if you see something
I'm on the corner with that shit
If he move, if he up
If that nigga move wrong, we gon' put his fist up

Yeah, yeah
We gon' put it to his butt
Bitch screaming, oh no
Niggas say we in the house

You can catch us outside
Niggas talking all these drops
But they ain't never seen no shots
I be outside all day

Tell them get it back in blood
We done spent a couple corners
We was looking for them dooders
Niggas claiming front lines

Tell them last now, try later
It's gonna be a curse
Niggas ain't think twice
If that nigga move wrong

Told that nigga he was dead
Niggas talking out they neck
But nigga, where is you at
Niggas typing on the sideline, but niggas acting like some hoes

Niggas know how we get
We step with Philly on every pole
I catch a star in the sky. Man, I hope you all alone
I call that shit overkill. I'ma do it to the throat

Yeah, I call a D3
Yeah, I told him bring that rope
He quick to really nigga in, or he quick to get him close
Every time we catch up, nigga, you know we do it toast

Yeah, yeah, cheer, cheer
I think I hit his throat
Ain't no talking on the neck
Yeah, trying to catch a skull

Send that bitch through the drop
So she told me who was there. Man, you niggas some hornball
Niggas know we don't play fair
Catch me outside. I be spinning through the section

I be posted on the nine
Or I'm posted with your bag pocket
I can smell it in the air
Niggas posting like they did it

If I catch you outside, I'm gonna spit you like your pop
Philly getting hit in his ditto
He can't run from these shots
Now you claim he was my brother, but you quick to call the cops

Man, f*ck you and your bitch
Man, f*ck the crackers, nigga
I say free my brother Honcho
When you touch back down, brother, you ain't never going back

I got ice for your wrist
And we up a few bricks
If them niggas spin this block, I got Philly on every stick
Hey, brother, let me tell you why this bitch throw straight

I been putting up a little money, so I'm like a figure in a set
Niggas looking at me now
Niggas know who this is
N5 spin the block

Niggas run from this kid
Quit claiming all that shit
And you ain't never shot your gun, nigga
I said, I said, I said

I said, I said
Tell them get it back in blood
You can't never touch this shit
Man, we touch like two bands

And we took it off your bitch
You's a real dick, Montreal
The way you put your hands up
I knew you was a ho

You ain't even try to blame us
Nigga, tryna send some shots
Me and all the bros bounce out, tryna hit his top
Tell him get it back in blood

Nigga, spin that block
Nigga, spin that block