Opium Mercer

Blood be killer, fucking make eleven niggas hit the Floor The G-L-O-T K, can say your face don't Make a fool, ho Music make 'em move so Punch a fool 'cause it's a foul to wait Walking through my hood and I just feel that You gon' meet your way Monster eating one thousand Bones with the killer nigga Aiming with a stretcher, Bet my money you can't move with 'em Slang A killer X and play, got me your wreck To make this play But every time I kill Some niggas always try to play, I hate Hearing some casually, you best look in the fucking Light And do not touch the sticks, I make A scene, I'm motherfucking like Playwright got the Glizock on your glizock, it's a hold-up Niggas is Fronting to give me some, leave me your body, The pussy get fucked up And niggas is talking And shit, stop hitting my dick, suck on your Ass, no beef My life flash in front of My eyes, but still it ain't enough To see You can take the slump and make A film, the play now pump and slip The Truth was in the past, standing tall, now what You gon' do, cuz? Ducking with my pistol, I'm a safety hit, too Late to try To break my seventeen thousand, niggas Feel good in your chest But you running, no Escape from the deuce, I'm a bad boy The One who are killing the sky, gon' surprise enemies When he creep I done front aged in the Church, having like a plane Did your brain 'cause You in the deep sleep Nigga, done equipped the Type, pull up on the pack Life streets, every Street niggas are a nat Skin to skin, it Brown, and my niggas, yeah, we have a clue With the fur, and I know the song, what It that? Hate full of hate when I'm on A mission Looking for a limit, tryna floss it On a motherfucking trick Laying on the streets in The middle, fuck a slew Like a girl with A drill, then I let the skill Creep