Lyrics

droppin' hits and killin' **** just like the bang man, it's a beautiful day to die, you know what i'm sayin'?, you know, we givin' out free coffins, you know, so if you'd like a free coffin, just place your order, ayy, put an application, all you gotta do is, send a diss song, make a diss song, or just send a threat, ooh, that's a hardbody beat, and young meezy will be mad, best believe that, in the name of gee, fuck a nigga, qredonthetrack, and he runnin' this beat, alright, i got shooters on the roof, and they aimin' just right, yeah yeah, you got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah, shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, and they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh, piece of bread, i put that bread up on your head, and now the brothers fed, you niggas pussy as a fuck, y'all tryna gain some cred, and i got niggas lookin' for you like an easter egg, you heard what i said, so nigga what you tryna do?, i'ma sneeze on a nigga like i got the flu, shit we want the whole gang, not just one or two, he like, "who want war with us?" and i'm like, "what it do?", you know i'm with the move, i'm stalkin' while you postin' pictures, i got niggas wan' get with you, run up on me like you superman, i make this forty kiss you, catch him ridin' with his lady, got him thinkin' that he straight, i'ma do him dirty, feed him hollows like a dinner date, alright, i got shooters on the roof, and they aimin' just right, yeah yeah, you got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah, shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, and they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh, we don't make threats on instagram, we clappin' shit for real nigga, put that glock up in my hand and watch how quick i deal with 'em, raise the chopper in the name of gee, you know i'm still with him, and you can't join the gang unless you come in with a kill, nigga, born a killer, mama say i got that murder swag, red bandana on the weapon, that's a murder rag, no coppin' deuces, bitch you stupid, we ain't wavin' flags, i got a shooter, he caucasian, call him steve nash, don't answer questions 'bout the opps, i'm not into that, nigga killed my dawg, can't wait to go and get him back, caught him on the interstate, they say i did that bad, but he was talkin' all that reck', he should expect to crash, ain't finish college 'cause i'd rather bust a head, they talkin' shit but really soft, i call 'em ted, i send juan theezy, he a shotta with no dreads, my shooter like my barber, i pay him a dub a head, alright, i got shooters on the roof, and they aimin' just right, yeah yeah, you got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah, shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, and they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh, alright, i got shooters on the roof, and they aimin' just right, yeah yeah, you got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah, shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, i got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh, and they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh, yeah nigga, the fuckin' bang man, you heard me?, you know, b-meezy, elmo in the rockin' red, i'm the reason why your baby daddy scared, with his bitch ass, know what i'm sayin'?, in the name of gee, if you ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' money, don't make no sense to speak

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Artist: bang, fredo