U Not in Heaven lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Bilbo

[Chorus]
Ayy, catch him, ayy, fetch him
Do not contest him, eat twenty shots, but he do not digest 'em
We go to court, but we do not confess him, ayy

[Verse 1]
b*tch, you not impressive
You know you f*cked up when you dropped the weapon
Shot his intestines, he died with the medics
Think this sh*t is sweet?
n*gga, you not in Heaven yet
An AP-9, a better TEC
Slide on that boy like Tech 'n Deck
It wet his neck, he hit the deck
I hit the 'Wood and then forget
And then I jet, not in a jet, but maybe Jag or in a 'Vette
I been a vet', if he an animal, I need to introspect
Got a beam in a b*tch like Star Wars
Walk with that dog like a nina on all fours
Catch him in traffic and open his car door
That'll make a f*ck n*gga scream like Scarlxrd (b*tch)
Slidin' like parkour, we can get up like a wall jump, my n*ggas all dump
And my n*ggas all dumb, it ain't just artists with me, but somebody gon' draw some
Four nickel on me like 20 cents
Give a n*gga 50 like "Many Men"
Big ass drum that Cannon, Nick
Light a n*gga up like cannabis
Ayy, hit a n*gga up, him and his crib
Bear arms, but we don't hand him sh*t
Leave that boy stiff like mannequin
Cut off his tongue, yo' man a lick
I like the red beam, but the green farther
When my sh*t finna blow, I don't mean harbor
He bigger so he think he harder
'Til I pull out a cutter like King Arthur
All bald heads in the clip, Steve Harvey
Dead presidents on me, no Jim Carter
f*ck the law, kick that dog-like, I like garter
Pull up shootin' sh*t like white water
Let a n*gga try me like I'm white collar
And the police gon' ID you like collar
I'ma come to yo' crib with the sh*t draw quick
Triple-six kill yo' b*tch like the night stalker
Ricky round, talkin' crazy on the net, we Ricky him
Blick-blicky him, ain't got his ass shot yet, we gon' Iggy him
[Chorus]
Catch him, fetch him
Do not contest him, eat twenty shots, but he do not digest 'em
We go to court, but we do not confess him

[Verse 2]
Ayy, catch him like Beckham
Walkin' around with that dog, tryna fetch him
n*ggas out here throwing salt like Epsom
Two FN's and they both 'finna F him
n*gga, it ain't no love in these streets
Better check him
Latex gloves on me, finna stretch him
I got two triggers, a right and a left one
Wonder what happen to you when I press 'em
Ayy, he gone, n*gga we left him
Hit like a bong, got smoked in a bedroom
f*ckin' with me and end up in a red room
He not in Heaven yet, he'll be dead soon

[Outro]
Bilbo