调：E minor
Verse 1
they got me stuck up in this box
havin visions of a glock 17
Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up
B
Am
G
We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas,
black talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest,
I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love
Ain't even breathin,
leave the body shittin like a seagull
I'm talkin shit
I'm in the chamber
Don't give a fuck if it's
a accident or on purpose
you see what I do
I love to hit the target,
and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart,
ricochét off the nearest bone
B
Am
G
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine,
waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me up for evidence,
then I'm just some melted led
It ain't no thang,
Verse 2
Shootin up shit everywhere
Bm
Em
F#m
Don't give a fuck about who when
The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga,
die"
Ha ha ha
Verse 3
I'm 'bout to be purchased again
I seen a nigga ask for them black
talons and grin
It won't be long 'til they let me loose
I know they ridin on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger,
send me on my flight
Don't give a fuck about
who I hit when I fly
Women and children and babies,
I know it's crazy
See I'm a bullet, it's my job,
man that shit don't faze me
Even the hand that's on
the trigger get shot too
I got no love for none of y'all
Got to dig a tunnel through your head,
and watch the body fall
Just shoot and I'mma do the rest
I go up in 'em quickly
shit all in his Dickies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger,
mothafucka feel the bullet
Verse 4
mothafuckin bullets
Once we pull the trigger,
don't get nervous
Breakin fools off every- mothafuckin- day
Verse 5
it's that sneaky mothafucka creepin
know until the blood was leakin
Up out your chest, you seen your
flesh was a bloody mess
Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin,
pistol wippin nigga
Catchin 'em slippin
when they set trippin
Dippin and dabbin,
I can't come out and kick it
point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens,
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit,
talkin long shit, bitch
Hit the floor before I hit the door and
mothafuckin victim
Sweep him off his feet,
pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low,
you know how it go
Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Verse 6
Em
Mobbin through
your
hood and takin head
Em
F#m
Em
We don't give a fuck about you
The bullet, ha ha ha
Don't give a fuck,
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