Poison Tree lyrics

[Intro]
(Perc, you killed this)
Yeah
Come on, n*gga
Come on then
Come on
Let me tell ya
Come on, n*gga
Come on then
Come on

[Chorus]
These jits gon' die behind they b*tch
Before they die behind they partner
Bought the Glock while tryna spin some sh*t
Tryna make that boy a goner
You say you street? Say you been outside?
Okay, ask your momma
We bent your block and let the Draco hit
The sh*t hot like a sauna
Oh, woe in the SRT
Going fast, smoke zaza out the pack
That jit won't die behind that glick
He stressed out, firing up a black
I think she love the di*k, the way she screaming
"KK, bae, come back."
In love with flippin' sh*t
Tryna put a pus*y in a pack
Huh, you ain't 'bout nothing
We had asked your partner too
In the crib, been OD geeked up
Bad b*tch counting up my blues
Hoe, is you ready? For the rapper za
You won't know who is who
Bad b*tch, she wanna suck me up
Then wanna be my boo
(Ooh)
[Verse 1]
Boy, what the f*ck?
These n*ggas hella pus*y
Going through the bity
Made that Draco hit a rookie
Don't got time for none of that tit for tat
Ain't no playing boogie
You better stay on P's
'Cause when I swing the glee'
Your ass wasn't looking

[Verse 2]
Huh, blaw!
Popped an opp b*tch in the head
Now that n*gga dead
I been counting blues, but lately
Swiss been putting sh*t on red
Put a bop behind that Glock
Hit his top and turned him sped
It ain't no reboot in real life
Your ass staying dead

[Chorus]
These jits gon' die behind they b*tch
Before they die behind they partner
Bought the Glock while tryna spin some sh*t
Tryna make that boy a goner
You say you street? Say you been outside?
Okay, ask your momma
We bent your block and let the Draco hit
The sh*t hot like a sauna
Oh, woe in the SRT
Going fast, smoke zaza out the pack
That jit won't die behind that glick
He stressed out, firing up a black
I think she love the di*k, the way she screaming
"KK, bae, come back."
In love with flippin' sh*t
Tryna put a pus*y in a pack
Huh, you ain't 'bout nothing
We had asked your partner too
In the crib, been OD geeked up
Bad b*tch counting up my blues
Hoe, is you ready? For the rapper za
You won't know who is who
Bad b*tch, she wanna suck me up
Then wanna be my boo
(Ooh)