You not in the field, you're not steppin' in boots Ain't rockin' with you, you're not poppin' at dudes It ain't no biggie that I get to the loot And I put that on my mom, and the kids, and the troops All of my dogs and my bitches, they rude I need my green, but I'm chasin' the blues My niggas is crazy, don't test the crew I'm keepin' the flame on my side, I don't lose Pew, I'm blowin' up with the beam New, the shawty I make cream Blue, the money that I receive Doom, the drum'll cause a disease Knock out your teeth, leave your ass with a lisp Open your mouth and get filled up with clips Gun in my hand, and my face don't be scared I open my lips, all I said was this I'll see you in Hell, 'cause that's where you gon' dwell Got the demon on my shoulder, you can't get help Me and the devil ain't makin' deals, it's makin' a sale Tell God to bless you, the pistol sneeze, it ring like a bell Dead opps Spinnin' in a well Red dots Hit 'em with the shells Said opps I'ma send 'em to hell Tread off And I peel out with the wheels I ain't breakin' a sweat, it's like walkin' a pet I get paid to do this, dog, I can send you a vet If I send a hit, then I take out ya set I'm sendin' hot metal, aiming for death I just lit up a square, ain't talkin' cigarette Killed that goof, no regrets still I will not be gentle bitch, I'm not sentimental I will be the one to delete ya credentials I'ma ruthless, nigga its essential, give you the memo Ya boy death wasn't accidental, my niggas regimental I done took so many lives that I lost track I'm sorry if I double up, I tried to fall back Dead opps Spinnin' in a well Red dots Hit 'em with the shells Said opps I'ma send 'em to hell Tread off And I peel out with the wheels My Glock eleven gunshots gon' put my opps in heaven Out of options, deaded, blame the Glock collection Imposter section toss the haters lost in seconds Put a rap in a trance, send the opps the message I am not the one to try, this hammer won't not slide His noggin, I blow out his noodle pasta side These bullets cross the sky, Homie shut the blinds Am not one of these friendly rappers nigga, I ain't the guy I'm the kinda nigga that a lotta rappers fear And to get money or revenge is the only reason I appear Make 'em rest in pieces, yeah, I'm sure as a engineer Flame poppin' off the mac, riddle them in fear Dead opps Spinnin' in a well Red dots Hit 'em with the shells Said opps I'ma send 'em to hell Tread off And I peel out with the wheels
