Rightful Heir ft. BackroadT Lyrics

I wonder how niggas get stuck on the block

When I was 11 I was clutching a knock

Bout 12 or 13 I had picked up a chop

Pull up all red, like a Nigga said stop

Dis .40 go bang, I left 'em deranged

Delivered from madness, nd left 'em a scar

You know I'm official, .40 blew out the window

Equipped wit a laser, got beams and extendos

They like damn, dat boy done came through wit that shit

Makin hits, this the shit that you blast out the whip

Hitting licks, hit the gas and speed off down the strip

Had to walk down on em, you know I don't miss

Have a shell ring his bell, leave his whole family sick

50 shells, give 'em hell, brody load up the grip

Spin again for the win time to blow out this shit

Glock sound like a storm, when equip wit a switch

Even exchange, know my choppa got range

An eye for an eye, now he losing his brain

A shot from this ruger, a bust ya medulla

Got to close down the store just to talk to my jeweler

Jit used to dance, how the fuck he a shooter

Ya mans been a bitch , blew his ass off his scooter

Shut his ass down, like a fuckin computer

Bad bitch, Jamaican, no time to be hating

She move in silence, and still make a statement

Nigga moved wrong and got left on the pavement

It's funny how the bougie hoes, be the most basic

Left cheek, right cheek that ass is amazing

Yea my bitch bad I know y'all boys hating

Just like Kdai said I'll leave you on the pavement

Everytime niggas try come run down got to lay low I just go send my replacement

Streets have no sanity, they filled with insanity

They watching my bands I move 'em so rapidly

Boys off the grid, we all moving silently

Suppressor my strap, it's shooting so quietly

When they get clapped, no clues and it's privately

Ran off the map, the Feds are still watching me

The weapons we toting it's so much variety

When we come for yo head, we give you anxiety

They like damn, dat boy done came through wit that shit

Makin hits, this the shit that you blast out the whip

Hitting licks, hit the gas and speed off down the strip

Had to Walk down on 'em, you know I don't miss

Have a shell ring his bell, leave his whole family sick

50 shells, give 'em hell, brody load up the grip

Spin again for the one time to blow out this shit

Glock sound like a storm, when equip wit a switch

But fuck that, slam 'em on his shit leave 'em humpback.

Dump that, 40 in his face, making holes like a thumbtack. All his ass seen was the gun flash. Thought I'm taking pictures nigga nah ain't a Kodak.

I'm running yo street but you definitely know that.

Oh you had some potential? I definitely froze that

Y'all beefing wit me? Just know you can't go back

And if it get deep? Just know you a throwback

Bitch

Spin move wit the pack, double up, make it flip

So much bands in my pants I might fall out and trip

Getting bands been the plan, I ain't scared of no risk

Where yo mans, heard he broke, goin out sad like a bitch

Some days I get lazy and shoot from the hip

Spun the block, fuck them opps, I just shot at his jit

Ya mans had a plan but he ain't come equipped

Catch a dummy outside hit his ass with the switch