21 Savage - Child's Play lyrics

fu*k my dead opps And all they homies that's living I want y'all ni**as to know that That's how I'm feeling On God fu*k a dead opp Yeah In due time In due time I'm like Chucky ni**a I do my thang I creep up on a ni**a Feeling lil evil motherfu*ker they got the mask on They go Jason ya game Big knife on the street make a ni**as slaughter your gang All this money that I'm getting make a ni**a slaughter your main Send them hollow's ni**a, oof Send them hot lil ni**as I'm in the six Looking for me ni**a I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck man I look like a lick All this money in my pocket Hanging out this sh*t is sloppy On the block by myself I ain't worried bout sh*t, I'm co*ky Pussy Spend some drill some Fifty thousand make em kill some Shake some, take a chain ni**a make some Kill a gang ni**a I'm a killer they don't want fame No hashtag they don't do names Just a hashtag when they buss a brain And I'm bussing this money did it that's on gang fu*ked up gave the wrong ni**a change Hell yeah man I spent pocket change Have em kill him for the money my thang I spend the blue and you see the blue flame Ever seen a bullet bust out a brain? Tall killer man he just like Michael Meyers Walk up on a ni**a take off his chain I'm like Chucky ni**a I do my thang I creep up on a ni**as Feeling lil evil motherfu*ker they got the mask on They go Jason ya game Big knife on the street make a ni**as slaughter your gang All this money that I'm getting make a ni**a slaughter your main Send them hollow's ni**a, oof Send them hot lil ni**as I'm in the six Looking for me ni**a I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck man I look like a lick All this money in my pocket Hanging out this sh*t is sloppy On the block, by myself I ain't worried bout sh*t, I'm co*ky Pussy Big 4L, pussy Spray the block down Turn the car around When we come around shells on the ground Strip a ni**a now his pants on the ground Wrong move leave your mans on the ground Paranoid I be clutching when I'm round fu*k around and leave my fan on the ground Blick the spot, switch the box Double back and hit his top Big 4L, fu*k the opps We put switches on our glocks Jammed five, one in the top Give him a leg shot he gone hop Most of these ni**as be fake crazy I don't say sh*t like mute baby Blow a ni**a dick like a flute baby When I get bored I buy me a coupe Stepped on a ni**a got blood on my boot Stepping on ni**as for fun All of my choppers they come with a drum Whenever the opps see us they run Who wants smoke? Cause we got tons I'm like Chucky ni**a I do my thang I creep up on a ni**a Feeling lil evil motherfu*ker they got the mask on They go Jason ya game Big knife on the street make a ni**a slaughter your gang All this money that I'm getting make a ni**a slaughter your main Send them hollow ni**a, oof Send them hollow lil ni**as I'm in the six Looking for me ni**a I'm in the bricks Chains on my neck man I look like a lick All this money in my pocket Hanging out this sh*t is sloppy On the block, by myself I ain't worried bout sh*t, I'm co*ky Pussy