[Intro: OMB Peezy]
Freezie Production
Look, Lord, Lord, Lord
Ayy, uh

[Verse 1: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]
Talkin' ’bout guns (Talkin' 'bout sticks), we keep ’em
You know I stay wit' a heater
I'm in the club and I'm standing on top of the speakers
And I lit that bitch up like it's legal
I'm wit' Lil Eagle, shit could get lethal
Look in my eyes, you could see all the evil
Headshot, dead-shot, that's when the Devil might turn to the Reaper
I pop out with Nina
When I hit from the back make her sing like Anita (Boom)
Try to set me up, then I’ma baker (Baker, ayy)
Catch bodies for a livin’ but I gotta pay lil' bruh under the table
Them bullets gon’ hit him, nobody can save him
Red-dot, I ain't even gotta go chase him (Yeah)
Shots to the car but he died from the wreck (Mm)
Blood everywhere had made a lil' mess
No, I can't let it slide, soon as he come outside then he gon’ die
My shooters ready to slide, it's a homicide when they pop out
And these n***as wanna take my life so I'm riding round wit' a AR right next to my thigh
E gon' shoot, KB gon' shoot, Lil Hype gon' shoot, yeah them my guys
[Chorus: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]
And I don't do no attempts (No attempts)
Walk down, stand over him (He right there)
And we shoot above the rim (Grrra, grrra)
We ain't aiming for no lick (No lick)
Make the wrong move, get your bro killed (Bro killed)
Had a .40 Mag 'cause I don't know them (I don't even know 'em)
I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp (No simp)
And all I know is slang that lick
And n***as dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious (Move, move)
Got my bag right by a n***a life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah
On but they still tryna off me (Tryna off me)
Brought him in back of this bitch wit' the stick (Wit' a stick)
Roll down the window to see who that is, if he swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit, yeah

[Verse 2: Teejay3k]
Jack-in-the-box, bitch, I'm poppin' out
N***as don't really want beef, they be coppin' out
You can't run away 'cause we finna go block the car
Hang out the window, Lil Hype he be jumping out, yeah
Kel-Tec, .223s, when I spin, that be my favorite gun (Grrra)
N***as say they want smoke, go and take his lung (Yeah)
If I said I want smoke I'ma make it known (Yeah)
Bitch, let's get it in
I'm a loner, I ain't never fittin' in
And if we hit his block one time and nobody die, shit, we gon' spin again, yeah
First degrees, we don't do no attempt
Big gun on my hip so I walk wit' a limp
Shots fired at his brim, can't wait 'til he slip
If you need the job done, lil' bitch I'm him
[Chorus: OMB Peezy & Teejay3k]
And I don't do no attempts
Walk down, stand over him
And we shoot above the rim
We ain't aiming for no lick
Make the wrong move, get your bro killed, uh
Had a .40 Mag 'cause I don't know them
I'ma break a bitch back, can't be no simp
And all I know is slang that lick
And n***as dying left and right, gotta keep a pipe, gotta move cautious, uh
Got my bag right by a n***a life, tell him pick a coffin, yeah
On but they still tryna off me
Brought him in back of this bitch wit' the stick
Roll down the window to see who that is, if he swerve a lil' bit, we gon' let this bih hit, yeah