head/torso Lyrics

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the

Get him a toe tag for a dough bag

Bitch I feel like I'm on one

I got the OG 'cause I blow leaf

And I'm smoking a strong one

I got that hoe mad 'cause a bro bagged

Homie now I don't want none

What the fuck do I look like, an option?

Bitch, I'm boutta show you what's popping

Kick in the door, no knocking

And the look on they face is shocking

He ain't upping the beam, I'm flocking

Switch get to blast like I'm rocking

Hollows hit his disk, no floppy

Then we leaving the scene, no mopping

Then we hop in the V, no stopping

Then we burning the whip, no chopping

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the

Coming through the thick

Opps hide, afraid of the switch

Know I'll hide their body in a ditch

Tag a bitch, pack 'em, hit 'em with the blick

Off the radar, he was only a blip

Edit his life down to a clip

Feds wanna see me slip, stay on my grip

Let the toolie rip, he rest in piss

Spinning the block

Packing and chiefing, high beams with my knock

Devil took my body, I'm the fiend on the block

Made a move, put his name in a bop

Fuck a cop, give the piggy the pop

Ran down on the opps, we was running hot

Beaming 'cause the thot gave me the drop

After giving me top

Redline it, we don't fucking stop

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the-

Full force, no remorse

I'mma beat you like a dead horse, head/torso

Blick 'em with the .44, die slow

They be ducking on the down low

When I throw, run up on 'em with the

Yo APX, get this

I spot a kid who was talking that shit

Run up on him and you know what we did

Kick in his face and we stomping his lid

That's how the fuck you wind up on the news

Screaming and crying his mom got the blues

Bitch, I'm a demon, I do what I choose

He died like a bitch with his blood on my shoes

Two reapers, twin Glocks

You know we can't run if we both got the knocks

You get the body, I'll aim for his top

I got a 30, no way I'mma stop

QB, I'm throwing the shots

He'll be the one who receiving my hots

Took out the trash and we letting him rot

Glizzy a tissue, we wiping his snot