FreeBobbyShmurda lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
All black
Snub with the hammer, pull back
One squeeze in the air like that
Blood on that mothaf*ckin' baseball cap
Pull that wig right back, got a switchblade
Leavin’ thousand of n*ggas in dismay
Take a slug to the chest from the six gauge
n*ggas f*cked around and made a mistake
Comin' this way with that f*ck boy sh*t
I'm the grim reaper here to snatch yo b*tch
Got her body knowing from that hydro sh*t
Tell her "baby girl, better rock them hips"
"Better show me what you got, ’fore I gotta let this ratchet pop sh-"
Show me what that ass about
Robbin' mothaf*ckas, man, I swear I can't stop
Hittin' these switches, watch the whole slap drop
Got the baddest thotties in the seat
Watchin' n*ggas splee when my blades hit the street
So when I'm creepin' 'round your corner
Better know that you a mothaf*ckin’ goner
Somebody told me "heard a best place for a loner"
Good, ’cause all I give a f*ck about is pus*y, weed, money
Better run from me, huntin' snitches and snow bunnies out the window
Puffin’ in-door
Never heard a n*gga so cold on the intro
This tape's are blood, my only friend know (Hahahaha)
I'm-I'mma f*ck around and kill all y’all n*ggas
Grabbed a sawed-off and straight slaught all n*ggas
It's getting cold, eyes red, I'm a heartless n*gga
With a real bad temper and a hairpin trigger
So anything I want, I'mma just go get it
I take no hostage and I leave no witness
I give no f*cks, the epitome of villain
So much more than a menace
They wonder who can kill this
And how he f*ckin' cool with all that blood he be spillin'?
See me on your block, better know that you are finished
Blast a couple hundred rounds and I'm gone in a instance
All black
[Verse 2: Kevin Abstract]
I'm still scared of myself
They don't fear me at all
Look like I'm Timothy
[?] 'em and they me then I'm still seeing demons in the phone
Ain't sh*t change, boy
I stayed the same, boy
I just changed my name, boy
A lot that changed a little boy
There's a time when we hanged as little kids
I look like Django
I talk like Leo
Grand Theft Auto
Negros are told "no"
"Don't belong here no mo'"
"This world ain't safe for your soul, so"
Why you still around?
We see the blood comin'
From the [?]
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[Verse 3: Matt Champion]
Why, why, why, baby, you be out the "why", huh?
Yeah, you could save your pus*y for me
I can make a little money for ya
Mascara, all black, huh, fat little ass
I'mma make a stack, right?
No tax, right?
Pinpin' in the 'burbs, sellin' b*tches through the summer
Half 'em turn into mothers
And half 'em payin' for college, 'cause daddy don't wanna love her
Hol' up, what the f*ck?
b*tch, what the f*ck you cryin' for?
This your job now, pull up late night with a b*tch
Clientele be ripe in this b*tch
We got tight, got all kinds of b*tch
Young or old, I don't give a sh*t
We be lurkin' in the night, right?
She screamin' "I don't wanna go in"
Now you tryna get an attitude?
b*tch, get the f*ck in the house, I ain't got time for you
'Member sittin' in class?
It was all good (Right? It was good)
But now it's different (sh*t)
f*ck, now it's different (Are you okay?)
Now it's different