​replay (remix) lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
Bloody face, bloody torso, I ain't punctual
But I forward slash through his colon like I punch a wall
Paint his picture with his blood spray
Drag him down like AK
You can't seem to stay on track, so we keep this on replay (woah)

[Chorus]
Finna keep this sh*t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, f*ck all that stress
b*tch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
pus*y talkin' sh*t, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie

[Verse]
Thought you would've seen us drop dead, we say f*ck nah
Kap-40 pointed at your head, you out of luck now
Yeah, keep on talking sh*t and we gon' get to blasting
Sick of talking tough with all y'all pussies, sick of rapping
Who the f*ck you talking to?
Like I haven't seen you in my plays, what you tryna do?
I ain't really bothered if I'm not the one to f*cking lose
What the f*ck you tryna prove? (woah, woah)
[Verse]
Yeah, racks coming in
Racks coming in
Now they tryna be my friend
Huh, you is not my friend
Didn't learn his lesson me and visions spinning back again
And I feel like im lothric, hit you wit the ACOG
These pussies do the most, man they really made a hate blog
Spend all that time hating, you should work on weight loss
f*ck all your stripes, bro I'm going for the 8 ball (woah, woah, woah)

[Chorus]
Finna keep this sh*t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, f*ck all that stress
b*tch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
pus*y talkin' sh*t, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie

[Verse]
I got a Rytec, put it to your face if you don't talk
Fight back
b*tch i'm with the crew, I'm with the squad
Your b*tch like that
They can't find his body in the shot
Because I sniped that
Yeah, told that pus*y smile and I sent bullets at his face
He was talking hella sh*t until I spun around his place
Like the taliban, b*tch we walk around with 40 k's
Heard that you was rich, pus*y go open the safe
[Verse]
Get your racks up
Broke ass bum
Don't gotta worry 'cause I know they show me love
This choppa hit him, now he tweakin' like a bug
Got him walkin' like a slug
We got metal slugs
n*ggas think I'm playin' when I say i do my best
And I'm tweakin' of these drugs so I can't be stressed
Yuh, and I'm always right, b*tch I can't be left
Heard you talkin' on the gang, you gon end up dead

[Verse]
Yeah, you is not my friend, you an enemy
Takin' out the Glock, now he curlin' like a centipede
115 on my gun, it gleams
RPG with a beam
Duckin' all of your heads, I dropped a nuke on your team
I'm sippin' act, I'm sippin' wock
I pull it out, we never stop
I got the mag, i got the stock
The choppa spinnin' up his block
Lookin' down the reflex, it's at his head
We leave him dead
Filled with lead
Leave a crater in his chest
[Verse]
Racks coming in, finna cop a new benz, oh
f*ck the other side, I don't gotta play pretend, hoe
Lately all I've been about is counting benjamins
Don't say that we bros, we not cool, we not friends, bro
b*tch we shooting out the whip and I'm aiming at his head top
Feel like Call of Duty, hit a pus*y with a headshot
Don't try to make me look like the bad guy
Got a G-19 and I'm finna make that boy go bedtime

[Verse]
Walk up in that b*tch and I might a couple bands
Fly to Cali, call up rans0m, and we shootin' at your mans
pus*y said he wanna feature, pay that money in advance
'Cause I ain't hoppin on that sh*t unless you meetin' my demands
Talkin' sh*t, but got my songs on replay, boy you is a fan
Chop his body into parts and throw that pus*y in a van
Cause I don't really give a f*ck, I make my money, do my dance
Me and visions, b*tch we takin over, it has just began

[Verse]
Lil bro walked out wit the choppa, hold the .22
Me and visions on some sh*t, might f*ck round shoot you
Got a lil muscle headed thot just like she Mewtwo
My lil brother watchin' pantie hauls on youtube
These lil boys be broker then a b*tch
Lil bro got the glocky with a switch (fa fa fa)
Way too high off of that pack, b*tch i'm smoking zaza
That b*tch love get on the di*k, way she call me papa (woah)

[Chorus]
Finna keep this sh*t on replay
Locked and loaded, I feel like a VHS
We don't got no time for you, f*ck all that stress
b*tch we show up at your doorstep, at your address
pus*y talkin' sh*t, I hit him wit a .725
Talkin' tough until he realize that my choppa never lie