Alto ft. Jae Reload Lyrics

Snitchin' in the consequences is death

Bitchin' on the gram, that's a weird flex

Hittin' to the drum, have nothin' left

Pray for his recovery, you can always be next

I of a grim reaper, all I do is see death

Pull up on a nigga, keep shootin' like a heat check

Lookin' for the clip in the couch like the weed left

Patting on my sides ain't no dance that's a reflex

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

We stay with steel like the beef never end

Extendo longer than suffering, we got the gun again

Hate it when I miss, I ain't tryna be a gentleman

Bullet holes in the building, that's close to home

No stretching, pure dope, they be soaked foam

We got the tool like a smash and grab

Cause these niggas be getting smoked like the fattest bag

Desensitized and numb, the shootins get slept through

Down to spin like they don't care who you next to

My homies to get up and go like let's move

They point and fire like been tryna catch you

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead

Uh-oh, the gun gonna blow and yah dead