“Shoot Him in the Head” lyrics

(Intro – Jaydot Tre)
Yeah
b*tch-ass opps know what the f*ck goin' on
Jaydot Tre
Bloodhound Q50
Shoot him in the f*ckin’ head, b*tch
Grah, grah—what?
Boom, boom!

(Verse 1 – Jaydot Tre)
Shoot him in the head, watch his brain get split
Talkin' on the net? b*tch, get off my di*k
I don't play games, I don’t squash no sh*t
Slide in your hood with a Glock and a stick
He was postin' pics, now he postin' in heaven
Glock 17, got a switch like a reverend
Pray for his soul, but I sent that message
Now his whole fam wearin' black for the blessin'
I don't do peace, I be hangin' with demons
Hop out the V, mask on, we creepin'
Caught his ass slippin’, blood start leakin’
b*tch was tough 'til we left him not breathin’
Candy bar? Nah, now it's worsе
Put that boy mama in a long black hearse
Blood on my hoodie, blood on my shirt
Still won't stop 'til I put ‘еm in dirt
(Verse 2 – Bloodhound Q50)
Yeah, Q50, b*tch
Hit him with the chop, got his dome on fire
Heard he was gang, now he up like a flyer
Hollow tips burn like a motherf*ckin’ dryer
Lil' n*gga tough? That boy was a liar
Stomp him out, then we spin again
This ain't no game, b*tch, we don't pretend
Draco spit fire, make the whip do spins
Now his homies pourin' out juice for him
Ayy, I don't give a f*ck ‘bout the laws
Twelve can't stop what I do with my dogs
Ops get hunted like prey in the fog
Shoot from the hip, leave his brains on the log
Sayin' my name? Better come with a vest
We aim for the neck, we don't care ‘bout chest
Talk like a killer, but died like the rest
That boy got popped, now his gang look stressed

(Verse 3 – Jaydot Tre)
I got no feelings, I don't feel no remorse
b*tch, I'm the reaper, I'm death with force
Walk down slow, make the scene look gory
Click-clack-boom, now he part of my story
Jaydot in the field, Q50 beside
Talkin' on gang? b*tch, that's suicide
We don't just rap, lil' boy, we slide
Heard his last words? That n*gga just cried
This that murder talk, this that rage
Slide with a pump like I'm flippin' a page
Bro got booked, but he still got aim
Hittin' yo' block like a motherf*ckin' plague
(Outro – Bloodhound Q50)
Boom!
Shoot him in the head, no love, no light
f*ck all them boys, we up on sight
Bloodhound, b*tch, I live that fight
Put his name on a shirt, then spin that night
Yeah!