WANT EM DEAD lyrics

[Intro: ZillaKami]
Mmm, yeah
[?]

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
We don't jack that fake sh*t, (Ayy) we ain't sh*t (Ayy)
n*ggas talk but never bang sh*t, (Ayy) we bang clips
.38, no shell case, (Ayy) hold weight (Ayy)
Why y'all n*ggas talkin' out your face? (Ayy) We shoot face
Get raped

[Verse 1: mesq]
Muthaf*cka' better act right, he lock sight
b*tch, I grip my f*cking Glock tight, I lose spite
n*ggas be pushing me, tempted my whole life, I can't die
[?] I sniff drugs
All this time I f*cking wasted, I hate this
Blood's the only thing I'm tasting, don't take slips
Start a war, he will not make it, let's face it
Kill a b*tch, they found her faceless, she's nameless

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
We don't jack that fake sh*t, (Ayy) we ain't sh*t (Ayy)
n*ggas talk, but never bang sh*t, (Ayy) we bang clips
.38, no shell case, (Ayy) hold weight (Ayy)
Why y'all n*ggas talkin' out your face? (Ayy) We shoot face
Get raped
[Verse 2: BROC $TEEZY]
Run up on me heavy if you think I be buggin' (Wassup)
Put your pedal to his head, I expect you to shoot him
Ayy, why the f*ck you stop posing now?
Little pus*y will run his mouth (Okay)
Fake sh*t, (Okay) we gon' run you down (Okay)
My AR and I will show you out
Dome rips, ten balls in the b*tch
When you run my sh*t, I let that blood drip
Gold blade to your face
And I carve my name upon your f*cking chest
There's only pain in this game, it will f*ck up your brain
They all some lames

[Chorus: ZillaKami]
We don't jack that fake sh*t, (Haha!) we ain't sh*t (Ayy)
n*ggas talk, but never bang sh*t, (Ayy) we bang clips
.38, no shell case, (Ayy) hold weight (Ayy)
Why y'all n*ggas talkin' out your face? (Ayy) We shoot face
Get raped

[Verse 3: KXNG]
I don't f*ck with you n*ggas
It don’t matter, watch ‘em blow
I get lost in this cell, got the hundred round drum
Take your body, match it all with gasoline and watch it burn
Came in this b*tch, let it all dump out
Where your n*ggas at?
I heard he barking like a b*tch
Okay, now run that cash
I need the rings, I need the cash
Scheming fast, I was trading guns with Al-Qaeda
Now watch the bodies stack
I sell the stick, I'm selling Gats