text: Lay a nigga down
  Whats my trigger finger?
  Squeeze
  He couldve stayed alive if he lit up off the keys 
  Reachin for his pockets
  Hope I come up on some cheese
  All I got was some lint and a purple sack of weed
  Now Im thinking to myself
  How he get it? 
  I need to find a dope nigga dealin
  Hit em for his stash
  Hope I come up on a killin
  Man, go stick em up and come up off this shit
  Only thoughts of getting rich
  Got his number out this phone now Im thinking that its on
  Grab my pistol, nina tone
  Text this nigga for a bounce
  Said he had it
  Come on down
  Told em meet me down on 
  He pulled up to the spot
  I told em
  Gimme what you got, hoe
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you 
  Heard a drop on the plug
  Man gon feel the slugs
  Here I come for you 
  Laid em out on the rug
  Pistol on his tongue
  Aint it fun, for you? 
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you 
  Never had no love
  Just a way to stay alive
  Broke and wanna die
  And now you looking up in my fucking eyes
  Like its no surprise
  Im the GHOSTE up in black
  No mac
  But a switchblade and a .22
  Schemas on my left right
  Now let me see you make a move
  You fucking wrong
  Makin threats like you Kim Jong
  Im telling you test your luck
  Ill be here when you long gone
  A young kid
  Not a thing but a wish for death
  And catch me in the fucking gutter till my last breath
  Numbering all of my days
  Hell, a motherfucker try to escape
  Hit em with a red bat that I keep in the back of the Grand Marquis
  Grab the tape
  So I can silence all of the screams and crush your skull in one take
  Now sticking you in some concrete boots
  Watch you drown in the lake, bitch
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you 
  Heard a drop on the plug
  Man gon feel the slugs
  Here I come for you 
  Laid em out on the rug
  Pistol on his tongue
  Aint it fun, for you? 
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  G Lo got the drop on the plug
  Got the 9 milli slugs in the clips stuffed, snug
  Mane with the Louisville
  Ready to slug
  Lo Key pop three
  Ghoste crush your skull
  Buffett roll up in the unmarked truck
  You was just supposed juug him
  What the fuck is up?
  Fuck it though
  Guess we better roll em in a rug
  Leave it to the Warden
  Ima cut em up
  Ghoste pipe up saying sound like fun and I got a idea where to dump the chump
  Slide in the passenger side of the truck
  TIP take his vehicle to get chopped up
  Ghoste roll the dope while we roll down the highway
  Smoke and destress but dont take shit lightly
  Hit the corner store, jump back on the highway
  Reconnect wit TIP we got Gin to hydrate
  Just a couple shots
  Man, cant get sloppy
  Reach in the back of the truck for the body
  This how it go when you creep we the posse
  Slide in the warehouse lookin like zombies
  Separate whats left from his head from the body
  GHOSTEMANE filling up his boots with the concrete
  Drop em in the drank mane the boi so soggy Then send the shreds of his head to his mommy
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you 
  Heard a drop on the plug
  Man gon feel the slugs
  Here I come for you 
  Laid em out on the rug
  Pistol on his tongue
  Aint it fun, for you? 
  Got a nine for the slugs
  Man, it aint no love
  Here I come for you