All you heard was the shot
All you saw was the drop
Was it him?
Or not?
All you heard was the shot
All you saw was the drop
Was it him?
Or not?
I’m out here in the wind,
Black on black, 5-50 Benz
**** you and yo sissy friends
Loaded cig in my Sedans
MMG it’s us again,
BBG, we bustin bands
Band camp off in my pants,
Pussy pay by the glance
I get the fee
What you mean no label?
No mainstream machine
I’ve been sparing all these rappers cuz my CEO said please
All the hoes wanna hang off my dick and my dungarees
Cuz my paint to call 100
Her booty big bumblebee
I read Animal Shelter
100 Hannibal Lecters
That wear cammo to breakfast and shoot at 5-O for practice
I took that oath of vengeance
Murder with no repentance
No prayer won’t prevent this
Pure A, I hope it’s senseless
Cut dough for gold robes and Benzes
I smoke the most expensive
Put you in that unit
**** yea, the most of you tensive, oh yea
These niggas pigeon peasants
You ain’t compared to livin legends
Bout to go collision testin
Yall must’ve missed the message
All you heard was the shot
All you saw was the drop
Was it him?
Or not?
All you heard was the shot
All you saw was the drop
Was it him?
Or not?
