Yeah They know that talk throat They know that'll spill she ain't talkin double cup My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood And all he see is blood You got a body, oh wow Murder for hire, pow pow Big dog I'm no little Bow Wow I'm here to take you out for some thou ous Take him down, we need that (need it) Murder caught on camera we gon' watch a recap You lose and you gone bitch there ain't no rematch You see the packs flying through so shoutout the mailman But though the mail we send him straight to hell Hit you with that one hand I feel like Odell They try to give me the death penalty I'm not gon' tell (No No) I'm returning all my enemies that's f*cking real They don't like me but they gon' have to f*ck with it We put that fire on a nigga like a arsonist I keep my circle select and always one in the head You see my lawyer Anthony I highly recommend death What's up hoes, don't make me put this pump to your f*cking dome Make ya home, and I got my Michael Myers jumper on She say come on, told her OK baby I won't take too long Uh oh, this bitch damn went crazy won't leave me alone Aye Glizzy Boy why these niggas cappin they ain't really slime Walk past my nigga a shooter call him 35 Caught a rack, tryna' sell it faster than a apple pie Gangland, remember dat I tell you Wassas never die Dollar signs (Ching ching), all the time (all the time) And all the dimes, they fall in line Won't never do no snitchin' Nuh uh no sir (Uh uh) These niggas they be bitches I'm talkin (Young Jefe Holmes) They know that talk throat They know that spill she ain't talkin double cup My little nigga 15 and all he see is blood And all he see is blood