OFFICIAL Lyrics

My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you

Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you

Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue

Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue

If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses

If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches

The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses

If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission

Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, bitch

Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, shorty ass got hit

Now mamas crying, oh no don't do that

He was with the shit

He ass got nicked, mercy on his life, screaming like a bitch

It be walk down gang when we in the car

But my lor bro wanna shoot from afar

Draco's and pistols, I want miss you, I get close on em and send em to god

I could ape today, I'm chilling, but that's on the guys on I'm shinning tomorrow

You with me, it's no excuse for you losing, in my circle we ball

Gang, gang, mob tied

And my opps, they all dying

Wannabe run down gang, they all get drop, I think they fall guys

You ain't gotta lie to me baby, I just want ya body, I know you ain't all mines

They got dreams of spinning up on my block, you try then you all fly

My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you

Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you

Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue

Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue

If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses

If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches

The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses

If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission

Be bout a bitch when these Niggas wanna fuss

Bitches be thinking they cool and think they untouchable, when they ass got fucked

Fat nigga hard, tell em eat em a bullet

He got infection and filled up with puss

Heard niggas shit balling out this bitch, y'all not really bout it just wannabe tuff

Long live the guys and free all the members

Damn he got hit, I remember

I be the coldest in all the seasons, niggas don't give a fuck bout no December

On that bird shit for real, till I come pluck out niggas feathers

I don't give a fuck bout who he is, it can go down and that's on whoever

I'm having actions flashes, this ain't get so tiring, I'm hoping it pass

Y'all niggas bitches out here, I try chase em down but he was too fast

You do you lor boo and when I do me, please don't ever get mad

Y'all so pressed about the wrong shit, get off the dick and I'll be glad

My lil boy official out them windows, he won't miss you

Ain't respond to ya text, but best believe that we gon' get you

Glocks, want smoke with my lor-, give yo his issue

Hot, these bullets melt through his skin, fuck up his tissue

If it's bout that action, don't send threats and don't send disses

If it's really bout war my Nigga, pop out with them switches

The thirty first you know we mask up, we send niggas kisses

If I got murder on my mind, see I can't lay around on a mission