Helluva made this beat, baby
Walking out the club, nigga, looking at me funny
I'm already pissed 'cause I threw too much money
But I ain't trippin', I know that nigga ain't no dummy
This MAC got a .50, I'll leave his face ugly
But that bitch at the crib, lowkey, I'm slippin'
Before I knew it, this nigga ran up on me trippin'
Twice in the air, "Gimme everything"
I ain't struggle at all, gave him everything
I ain't panic, hopped in my whip and left
Time to do some homework, I gotta put that boy to rest
He look like a killer, I'm 'bout to put him to the test
Wanna kill me a nigga all you see in my face is death, nigga
On the 'gram, scrollin' through my timeline
On some ho's page, look what I find
A stripper bitch post him as her MCM
Same lil' bitch was just in my DM
Using her to get to him, you know what's up, I'm splitting him
I see his whip, I'm flippin' that, the dealership won't want it back
Let me write her back, and get her contact
Then call them killers up, it's time to do some contracts
Matter of fact, I'ma get him set up by the stripper
Tell her I got .50, I know that ho gon' be with it
She fucked so many niggas, I know she ain't got no feelings
And I'm sticking to the code, when he drops, she goin' with him
Ain't talkin' to no niggas, I'ma keep him out my business
You know how it goes, street niggas turn witness
Goin' through my 'gram, she just hit me with them digits
She said, "Call later", 'cause she laid up with her nigga, oh, yeah
This might be my only chance to do him
Gotta shut his mouth before he talk and spread the rumor
If the word hit the streets, that he robbed me
The nigga get killed, the police gon' wanna find me
Hello? Ayy, look, I know you said call later
You with a dude or whatever, but look
Send me yo' location, I'ma put it in my GPS right now
And just see how far you is, and when he leave just call me, bet
Hell, yeah, I got the location (I got the location)
Now I'm outside of they crib, I'm just waiting
I'm textin' her like "How much longer? I'm impatient"
She don't know I'm 'bout to light the block up like it's Vegas
I'm setting over that boy, like bitch what you get for playing
I ain't trynn talk, it's a rap, start praying
He coming out, my first shot gon' be a headshot
I'ma put this draco in his dread-locks (bitch)
I can't wait to see his blood runnin' out, run up in his crib, find his bitch knock her frontal out
She text me back like "Be on yo' way in 2 minutes"
She don't know that in 2 minutes she ain't gon' be livin'
He got in his whip, I ran up and I hit him
When the gun smoke clear, I saw it was the wrong nigga, what the fuck?
Now I gotta kidnap her, this a first nigga, I don't know how kidnaps work
I'ma kill 'em, but I gotta get my shit back first
Damn
To be continued, man
Fuck
