Lyra

It's another brother dead and gone. Better make a boss hit the boss, yeah, No CK. Bust a son of bitch on my Thoughts, I face 'em every day. No fear in my heart, ain't scared to be The one that kills. if you got the bone, Bring it on, I got the time to kill. Pressure from my peers, rumor go, need to leave 'em dead. Here they go, make 'em fold, Victim of my bullet lead. Treat the walking trees from the door, smoke up In they face. Down for what's next, and these Back bitches'll murder dreams. Sixing on the block, plus the boss got 'em Picking up. Tagging with my wagon on the rocks On a donut. Hoes on the curb, spread the word 'cause I'm Finna kill. Spinning down my chain like it's my Ankle, sitting bounce, yeah. Flick it to the folks, eat nigga if you Scared, might. Flossing with your crew but like a Bitch, you'll be a dead mic. Hanging like a boss if you cross some of This Hennessy. Fucking up your guts with the touch Of this nine tech. Welcome to my gang, Pimp, now you in the player squad. More violence in your clothes with them hoes, you'll Be on life support. realer than you think with The Glock that I might tie. Clicking on you, living life by hollow blogs and I'm nine. Better one-eight-seven all the punks that Try to perpetrate. Talking all your shit just make Me clip you with my.38. Back it down, pick a scene, sniff a lick Of lean. I'm empty on it, give the pack, Toting out some homicide. Slowing down the road I loading my kill ground. Step in my face and, and I'ma put your Eyes ground. A motherfucking AK in my hand, Pointing at your grill. If you fuck brain blown Out my tech and chrome. Here they go, it's on now, I was thinking This bullshit. Out and taking cheese though, The ho is gonna kick a bitch. Nigga, I know you scared 'cause you shaking in Your shoes. All this clicking on your head 'cause You know bitch, you ain't long before I Go