DaMercenary (Single) Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't let him hype your head up, nigga. That's how we coming

Man, some shit ain't so

Yeah, don't let them hype his head up

We don't fuck with no nerds

Tell them to get it back in blood

You know M5 done caught a couple niggas

I'm quick to spill some blood

Free all my thugs

That M5, nigga, man

Back on this motherfucker one more time

And I ain't done yet

Niggas been pissing me off

Nigga, I love to see a nerd

I've been on it since a jit. Told brothers quick money

Told brothers quick lick

Told them just park around the corner. Be my eyes in my ear

Let me know if you see something

I'm on the corner with that shit

If he move, if he up

If that nigga move wrong, we gon' put his fist up

Yeah, yeah

We gon' put it to his butt

Bitch screaming, oh no

Niggas say we in the house

You can catch us outside

Niggas talking all these drops

But they ain't never seen no shots

I be outside all day

Tell them get it back in blood

We done spent a couple corners

We was looking for them dooders

Niggas claiming front lines

Tell them last now, try later

It's gonna be a curse

Niggas ain't think twice

If that nigga move wrong

Told that nigga he was dead

Niggas talking out they neck

But nigga, where is you at

Niggas typing on the sideline, but niggas acting like some hoes

Niggas know how we get

We step with Philly on every pole

I catch a star in the sky. Man, I hope you all alone

I call that shit overkill. I'ma do it to the throat

Yeah, I call a D3

Yeah, I told him bring that rope

He quick to really nigga in, or he quick to get him close

Every time we catch up, nigga, you know we do it toast

Yeah, yeah, cheer, cheer

I think I hit his throat

Ain't no talking on the neck

Yeah, trying to catch a skull

Send that bitch through the drop

So she told me who was there. Man, you niggas some hornball

Niggas know we don't play fair

Catch me outside. I be spinning through the section

I be posted on the nine

Or I'm posted with your bag pocket

I can smell it in the air

Niggas posting like they did it

If I catch you outside, I'm gonna spit you like your pop

Philly getting hit in his ditto

He can't run from these shots

Now you claim he was my brother, but you quick to call the cops

Man, fuck you and your bitch

Man, fuck the crackers, nigga

I say free my brother Honcho

When you touch back down, brother, you ain't never going back

I got ice for your wrist

And we up a few bricks

If them niggas spin this block, I got Philly on every stick

Hey, brother, let me tell you why this bitch throw straight

I been putting up a little money, so I'm like a figure in a set

Niggas looking at me now

Niggas know who this is

N5 spin the block

Niggas run from this kid

Quit claiming all that shit

And you ain't never shot your gun, nigga

I said, I said, I said

I said, I said

Tell them get it back in blood

You can't never touch this shit

Man, we touch like two bands

And we took it off your bitch

You's a real dick, Montreal

The way you put your hands up

I knew you was a ho

You ain't even try to blame us

Nigga, tryna send some shots

Me and all the bros bounce out, tryna hit his top

Tell him get it back in blood

Nigga, spin that block

Nigga, spin that block