Subtraction Lyrics

Yuh

Yeah Yeahhh

Yeah, yeah

Hating mothafucka's tryna hit up my line

They tryna steal up my sauce, they tryna kill up my vibe

If it ain't make me money it's a waste of my time

You better get out my face before my nine blows your mind

They want me dead

They want me in the dirt, and

Shawty over here, she wants to take another shirt

I put my mind to it, and then I get to work

And if y'all try to get in the way, I'll put you in a hearse

Fuck it, toolie, on my side

I got bands, for my, guys

Catch you, lacking, you gon' die

Quick subtraction, between the, eyes

Boom boom boom, I'll murk you all

Blood stains all up on the wall

I got my money stacking tall

Bullets flying through the hall

Standing close I watch 'em fall

Win or lose, there ain't no draw

Hold up real quick, let me take this call

Bitch I said I'm on a song

Brrah

Yeah

I heard you talking shit

I got a hunnid bands on my head, but they ain't taking shit

I line 'em all up

Yeah

I'm on some heinous shit

Brrah, yuh

I splat their brain and shit

Yeah, yeah

Fly on the wall

Good luck tryna hide that shit, uh, I see it all

I bought this one a house

I bought this one a mall

I keep buying shit, just make sure you keep track of it all

Yeah

Fuck it, toolie, on my side

I got bands, for my, guys

Catch you, lacking, you gon' die

Quick subtraction, between the, eyes

Boom boom boom, I'll murk you all

Blood stains all up on the wall

I got my money stacking tall

Bullets flying through the hall

Standing close I watch 'em fall

Win or lose, there ain't no draw

Hold up real quick, let me take this call

Bitch I said I'm on a song

How's it been

It's going good

I got my stick

It ain't no wood

Burn that bridge

I think I should

Run that shit

I wish they would

Run it, run it, kill 'em all

I put they heads on a wall

I got my dogs I watch 'em maul

I got my choppa, drill 'em all

Grrah

That's a hit

Watch 'em pop, like a zit

Always on, never miss

With my dawgs, hit a lick

Play that song, that's my shit

Right or wrong, always win

I don't belong, stop talking shit

Can't lock the door, can't seal me in

Fuck it, toolie, on my side

I got bands, for my, guys

Catch you, lacking, you gon' die

Quick subtraction, between the, eyes

Boom boom boom, I'll murk you all

Blood stains all up on the wall

I got my money stacking tall

Bullets flying through the hall

Standing close I watch 'em fall

Win or lose, there ain't no draw

Hold up real quick, let me take this call

Bitch I said I'm on a song