Correction Paroles Murda Music par Bandhunta Izzy

Featuring(s) : Bandhunta Jugg & YBG Sleezy

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Ayy why you think they call us demons, bitch we really evil
We hit your mans and left him steaming, we like killing people
You niggas really ain't no shooters, y'all don't shoot to kill
Look if we go out on that mission you gon' die for real
Ayy look we really did it, done it, pull up on your block, who want it?
Bitch be careful 'cause we comin', we ain't lettin' up
Pull up on 'em with a thirty, catch a body, do it early
Bitch who died don't concern me, we gon' let it bust

[Bandhunta Izzy]
Ayy this that murder music, 'cause we gon' murder you
You say you catchin' bodies, I never heard of you
It's cause I'm out all night with the gang
Yeah bitch we all got glizzy
You better not have no six shot
'Cause bitch this gun hold fifty
Ayy bro I'm 'bout to ride
He told me boy I'm comin'
He said just let me shoot him
'Cause boy I really want him
I told that nigga I'ma hit him too
It ain't no chance this nigga pullin' through
Brought down, face shot
What the f*ck this nigga gon' do?
Ayy

[Bandhunta Jugg]
Man you know we did it, done it
I don't think y'all niggas don't want it
If you call for us we comin'
Run down on 'em, get to dumpin'
Damn, and if you with the shit then we front himBut if he say that that nigga ain't with that gunplay then we drop him
'Cause you know that dummy straight be with that fightin' shit
We on your niggas' block, we out here lurkin' on that late night and shit
'Cause I know it's a whole lot of niggas that's out here ridin'
And all of my niggas be slidin'
So take one of us, then you know that you dyin'

[YBG Sleezy]
You know I cock it, hit his taco, then I be like next
My demons hop out with that mop out like they made a mess
Bitch I'm bunkin', ain't got no conscience, don't make assumptions
We hitters, them bullets hit you, you'll ooch and ouch, and they 'bout it
They catchin' bodies, I said free Dowdy
These bitches, my niggas crippin' like we in Cali
Stack it up, Sleezy sellin' dope in Balis
And stackin' up, bitch all my shoes Italian, no secret
Sleezy always up to somethin', I keeps it
Dummy pull up walkin' some', I'm gon' leak it
Got the stendo out the windo, I'm sneaky
If I said you was my friend, don't believe me
I'll blow a nigga like some blunt smoke, ain't got it all
Above the rim, bitch I'm nutso, cutthroat
Hit his head from the backseat, f*ck your
Leave him dead on the backstreet, gang

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