...beam for the clicks that attack,
strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back.
Infrared beam for the clicks that attack,
strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back.
Infrared beam for the clicks that attack,
strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back.
Tombstone:
Rebels, ever heard of 'em? Man, we got all this shit in this
field. What about the hand that dealed, the bullets real, don't play
the Shift to the left. Ridin' to get him. Damage all up in his
system, don't know why they make me ride with the TEC-nina, got my back
heated. Roll with glocks and gauges, Brina heavy stroll through the
click, cut your lungs. Open says me, though maybe y'all niggas didn't
hear: test me, too stressed. There's mess when a fist open up his
windpipe. Get the hell outta Dodge, 'fore a nigga count to ten. I'm
loadin' up. Get around their plot, lead followin' hot, two shot from
the glock. Now, I'm ridin' to get him, flex now 'cause nigga we got
your chest, now. Ain't no runnin' to the trunk for the vest no more.
Caught up in the wrong district.
Infrared beam for the clicks that attack,
strapped dressed in black cause I always got your back.