Execution Diaries
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Yeah Hit and run (Hit and run) Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac) Got the squad (Got the squad) On my back (On my back) See a weak nigga I attack (I attack) Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah Hit and run (Hit and run) Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac) Got the squad (Got the squad) On my back (On my back) See a weak nigga I attack (I attack) Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah Ay, we're the come and collect (And collect) We're the ones pulling up with the set (With the set) Lit a fire and I did it with a match (With a match) Yeah, lines on the table for a check And I told you I'd admit it (I'll admit it) If I did it (Did it) Black gloves (Yeah yeah) Got it fitted (Got it fitted) Yeah I said it (Yeah I said it) He was winded Pull the cap He was fiending And it's underground like railroads That's the nigga sending shots What's he there for? I got shooters on the towers and they aim low Pow-pow, job done, that's what they came for Then the subs start circling the block Don't know where to stop Told my nigga Chop to get it done by three O'clock (Three O'clock) Red and blue lights got me yelling it's a cop Freeway swivels 'til we landing at the dock Hit the wave with a flop (With a flop) Boats getting ready for the squad, for the flock (For the flock) If a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk (How he walk) Yeah, if a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk Hit and run Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac) Got the squad On my back (On my back) See a weak nigga I attack (I attack) Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah Hit and run (Hit and run) Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac) Got the squad (Got the squad) On my back (On my back) See a weak nigga I attack (Boom, boom) Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah, ay Let's keep it real for a minute The mob been around for a sec and they grinning Thinking about all the ops they been dimming Keeping it real, we keeping it real Zones like homes for a nigga like me Ain't no ops, just aim and flee Wave that flag young man don't sleep This shit is easy like A B C Woo, ay, the rack for the count (Count) The count for the rack (Rack) I'm makin' 'em bounce (Bounce) Just don't interject I'm taking this shit to the house Top of the hills Top of the charts Paying their bills Smoke 'em in darts Shit getting dark I pull out the pen and the papers to jot (Jot) Aim for the heart All that I gain getting weighed by the rocks (Rocks) Numbers and dots Wasn't a dicky, we riding a yacht (Yacht) Label a drop Putting my name on the papers a lot Twenty-one, nah, I'm twenty-four savage Think it's a trip how we carry the baggage Get to the crib we unravel the cabbage Sauce really drip on our suits and the cravats Sauce really drip for the kid Seek for a nigga but he really hid Play with a stone, but we hit with a stick Get off my dick they calling me JID, yeah (Get off my dick) It's a hit I complete the list Got the jist Had your chance, but you fucking missed I insist You be Arthur how you ball your fist Coexist Nah, nah this a fucking diss Never missed Different city, I complete the wish Gotta shift We be creeping in the fucking mist Blow a kiss I got Jada she a satanist Ode to Christ Got the 4, now it's onto 6
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