Stuck ft. 4wayyheim Lyrics

Hrldd, you run up on me, that's your ass Gon havem runnin' from this beam Pussy

No this not laser tag Too many shots, he overdosed, now they call

Him the pill man He felt his vitals, couldn't believe it, he

Stuffed in the trash can I spot my target and delete him, you know I

Like kills, man Roll down the window, switched him down na he

Can't feel his legs Pussy bitch, this a DOA, I like da choppa

When it go boom boom and hit him in his face up wit da glizzy, it go hlrdd, see who gon

Die today Catch him lackin', its ah doa, send

Some shots to his face I'm on that upshit, ain't no fuck shit, increasing

The murder rate Spinning' back to back, tryin' to see who

Closin' they eyes today Since he a pill popper, smoosh him in the

Blunt, he gotta die today Hlrdd, feel them switches on yo body, ain't

No stoppin' when I hit He was tryin' to scramble when I sent bro nem all onna blitz

Your potna with that dick ridin', ain't nothin' for ta throw ah pick

Hit for hit, name ah time, that upshit shot and he had missed

Get your potna back, cuz that nigga died up on that lick

Had spunt' on yo potna, block' n we had jacked em out his blick

Thought it was over, pussy bitch, I'm back, lil' upshit got my slack

Reach for my hand, but that's a fuckin' threat, gon' leave him in the net

Bitch come n post up wea dem killas at, these boys ain't got no hats

Hit him with this 556, he got a bald head, he need a hat

I like to work it with the stick and got no kickback when I hit

Gon' drop that piece up in his bitch, look at all the shells around this shit

Yeah, hangin' all out the roof, show him what that big 40 do

The way these bitches lights up, you'll think this bitch Pikachu

You gotta switch, I gotta switch too, bitch, I'm too accurate

He turned to angle dust, boy, you pussy, you can't handle us

I'm tryin' to baaa, since he think it's cool, tryin' to throw slangs at us

All that cappin' onnat live like you had never ran from us

I let off shots, I'm tryin' to pop his top and make his body rock

If you want smoke, then come and shop, got 50s under 40 Glocks

In that parish, we get active, tryna pin shit to the rocks

The way we spinnin' is like we spinnin' like numbers on a clock

Pussy, bitch, this killin' season

We'll bust his head, bitch, when I squeeze it

This bitch gon' burn you like a heater

762s, gon hit him up now, he can't even see his people

I'm a soldier, I'm a demon, I'm so stuck, it got me dreamin

Fuck hidin' nobody, my youngins gon' leave him on the cement

Bitch, you know we in the wheels, and you know it's overkill

If I open up this bitch, it's gon' be a fire drill