THE KILLER SHEWOLF. lyrics

[Intro: jev., jev.'s friend]
Yo yo what the f*ck man? I ain't tryna go over there (let's go, bro let's go and [?] let's go)
Ah f*ck man okay okay okay okayy... hop in (aight let's go)

[Verse 1: jev., jev.'s friend, Melissa, Gang members]
This knowledge passed down by my ancestors
Got they body parts cut, so they hands missing
Walk in new neighborhoods and already know the code
Respect the local n*ggas if you trying to make it home
Simple mathematics but my n*ggas got they own agendas
He telling me about Melissa, his newest Correta (What's up bae?)
She told his ass to come visit she say she said her momma gone (comе over)
Sweet temptation, you know the typical (laughs)
pus*y powеr, rather die than to be without her
We from the suburbs, the f*ck we doing 'ere n*gga?
You know my momma working over-over-over time
To keep me dead before some pus*y
You got me in this honda civic swerving cause she told yo ass to bring a friend (hey baby, bring a friend for my friend)
Knock on the door three times nobody answer
Ayo let's leave it
My spidey sense beeping
Spot 3 n*ggas who been watching and creeping
Man let's head out it's about to be the evening (let's bounce)
Where n*ggas theiving and them things get to squeezing
He said alright, let me, hit her line, prolly fell asleep (one more time?)
And you know she bad with time
He going on with excuses, trying to ease his mind
In the same breath, realized the f*cking call declined (aha, the sh*t declined)
f*ck it, lets bounce I feel something in the air
Head down the stairs trying to make it to the civic
And the same 3 n*ggas i seen, reappeared
“Who the f*ck are yall” (who the f*ck are y'all)
Them n*ggas is heated they about to spazz
"Chill we just looking for melissa, where she at?" (Man, we're just looking for Melissa)
Them n*ggas start to laugh
I’m tryna figure out the math
And lo and behold this b*tch gon show her ass
Smiling, talking about "y'all need to run them pockets" (Y'all need to run them pockets)
And just like that, it comes together and I’m fed up
This weird ass b*tch just had our ass set up
(Melissa 'you serious right now?) (Yeah n*gga)
Melissa what the f*ck bruh?
(Melissa look at- you- you're serious right now, Melissa?) (What you thought? You were gonna get some pus*y?) (Wow) (Run them pockets n*gga, run them f*cking pockets) (Aight bet, aight bet then, aight bet)
[Verse 2: jev., jev.'s friend]
I take my L’s very well
Do my math very well
Tryna make it home
Ain’t gotta die over iPhones, please take it all
My homie did the same
But he pleading with Melissa (Melissa you serious right now, you se- you for real right now?)
Like n*gga... use yo brain
That’s not your b*tch, you got played
It’s all a game
Rewind i told you all we from the suburbs
My n*gga don’t agree he think because his daddy from the hood, he got the same built and the pedigree
He think he Spencer James, superman, okay
They got the goods
They hurry and they all about to leave
My n*gga stepped up, grabbed Melissa forcefully
Them n*ggas turned around, muscle memory
Squeezed
2 shots
Then I see my homie' body falling to the ground
Try and stop the bleedin'
See his life leaving and in seconds no heartbeating
My homie got some angel wings today