Kill Confirmed

We ain't come to play boy we turn niggas into urns

Walk up on 'em blick 'em down collect that tag like kill confirmed

Where you running two two three clip fulla heat bitch feel the burn

Caught a blessing we came back caught 'em again he didn't learn

This shit on me hot don't slip I'll burn yo scalp he gotta perm

Both my bitches they bestfriends so when we fuck they taking turns

If you owe me better pay me I send hits like I'm big worm

Keep my name up out yo mouth I got some shit to chill yo nerves

Put 'em in the dirt

We don't catch 'em we gone smoke his fam hit 'em where it hurt

Everytime they mention gang on social sites they ass get murked