Check one two three
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Check one two three
Huh damn huh huh
Come come now it's reefer madness get the message
Make the wrong move we leave You headless
We dead shit
Swords sharp no hecklers assault with deadly weapons
Don V made the beat my rhymes send You to heaven
Lyrically thats seven lined up for Your head
Before the second shot he was already dead
Hit him up make blood leak from his dread
If You don't want to be next just do what I said
This is the come down
Him better run now
Or get hit by a rock this is the rundown
I use to write for fame but it's all for fun now
I'm taking all that money ain't nothing even funny
Even though I took his legs he better run me
All that fall back or get hit in 'ya ball cap
T'hese just raw raps spit from a raw nigga
Playing with that burner had to leave him on simmer
Island deep voice all them girl 'dem sugar
F*ck a snapchat bitch throw that ass back
"Huh" make me pull back
"Huh" on her bra strap
"Huh" i'ma greedy nigga
"Huh" give me all that
"Huh" reefer madness captain threw Her sea notes for deep throats
Shoot scenes of her feet the rap game Tarantino
They never seen no one that's like me though
F*ck with me I had to leave him Quadropledro
Depleted of his flesh
You now f*cking with the best