[Verse 1: G Lo Key]
Lay a n***a down
What's my trigger finger?
Squeeze
He could've stayed alive if he lit up off the keys (hoe)
Reachin' for his pockets
Hope I come up on some cheese
All I got was some lint and a purple sack of weed
Now I'm thinking to myself
"How he get it?" (where he get this sh**?)
I need to find a dope n***a dealin'
Hit 'em for his stash
Hope I come up on a k**in'
Man, go stick 'em up and come up off this sh**
Only thoughts of getting rich
Got his number out this phone now I'm thinking that it's on
Grab my pistol, nina tone
Text this n***a for a bounce
Said he had it
Come on down
Told 'em "meet me down on [?]"
He pulled up to the spot
I told 'em
"Gimme what you got, hoe"
[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
[Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE]
Never had no love
Just a way to stay alive
Broke and wanna die
And now you looking up in my f**ing eyes
Like it's no surprise
I'm the GHOSTE up in black
No mac
But a switchblade and a .22
Schemas on my left right
Now let me see you make a move
You f**ing wrong
Makin' threats like you Kim Jong
I'm telling you test your luck
I'll be here when you long gone
A young kid
Not a thing but a wish for d**h
And catch me in the f**ing gutter till my last breath
Numbering all of my days
Hell, a motherf**er try to escape
Hit 'em with a red bat that I keep in the back of the Grand Marquis
Grab the tape
So I can silence all of the screams and crush your skull in one take
Now sticking you in some concrete boots
Watch you drown in the lake, b**h
[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
[Verse 3: Yung Warden Buffet]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
G Lo got the drop on the plug
Got the 9 mili slugs and the clips stuffed, snug
Mane with the Louisville
Ready to slug
Lo Key pop three
Ghoste crush your skull
Buffet roll up in the unmarked truck
[?]
What the f** is up?
f** it though
Guess I better roll 'em in a rug
Leave it to the Warden
I'ma cut 'em up
Ghost white [?] and it sounds like fun and I got a idea [?]
Slide in the pa**enger side of the truck
[?]
[?] while we roll on the highway
[?] we don't take sh** lightly
Hit the corner store, jump back on the high way
[?] we got Gin to hydrate
Just a couple shots
Man, can't get sloppy
Rich in the back of the truck for the body
This how it go when you creep with the posse
Slide in the mad house lookin' like zombies
Separate what's left from his head to the body
GHOSTEMANE filling up his boots with the concrete
Drop 'em in the [?]
[?] to his mommy
[Hook: G Lo Key]
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Heard a drop on the plug
Man gon feel the slugs
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)
Laid 'em out on the rug
Pistol on his tongue
Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug)
Got a nine for the slugs
Man, it ain't no love
Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)