[Lyric] ​no hook pt. 2 (glo up)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Oh my god, oh my god
Yeah, yeah, damn

[Verse]
Walked in, walk down
I got the fire, so who wanna spark out?
That boy a target, an eye in the dot now
We gonna smoke and do him like a cot now
I got this gas, I'm not talkin' [?] now
That boy in love, then we blow his heart out
We take his body and then put the fire out
Spice on his head and I'm not talkin' [?] now, or yellow
Three to his head like that boy is Carmelo
I'm livin' life and I feel like that fellow
She pullin' strings, Cello
We smoke that boy like a Cigarillo
Yeah, smoke that boy just like a swisher
I feel like I'm Babе Ruth, I'm a heavy-hitter
We pull up and crop 'еm out, right out the picture
Damn, I'm not talkin' photoshop
These niggas, uh, po-po cops
He think he livin', get four more shots
We throwin' nines, Tony Romo shots
I'm going in, they said, "No more stop"
Damn, I'm sorry, I'm going forever
My pockets is fat and yours light like a feather
I feel like a pool 'cause I get your ho wetter (Sheesh)
Ha, you mad 'cause whatever you do, I do ten times better
I don't follow trends, baby, I'm the trend-setter
And you don't guess me, tellin' you that's a setup
I pull up with Glocks (Yeah) and Berettas and we got more hits (Yeah)
In the mess, bruh
It's me and my gang, we both playin' games, so who the hell is gon' check us?
And don't you know we is just next up?
Ok, I do this on the regular
And he keep doin' all that talkin', we gon' pull up on him, put him on a stretcher
Jumpin' off the top rope, let it smackdown, feel like I'm a wrestler
This is what's really gon' happen if I'm in the game, tried to play in pressure
[Outro]
Yeah, damn
They said they want more raps, give 'em more raps
Yeah, rock out