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Number Foe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
December Brooks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Don't know 'bout no .357 (.357 man this is not the little boy old man)
(Is that to give me the motherfuckin' gun tracks?)
(This is the—)
(Marheem's dead somebody shot him)
Ayy, you know that .300 Blackout do damage, don't know 'bout no .357 (Uh-uh)
And we hit your party with drac's and them carbons, you know this shit can get deadly (Bow)
While I'm fuckin' this bitch, got to playin' in his face, I'm lookin' for lo's in this message (Stupid ass ****)
And I really don't know who was tellin', all rats gotta die and they don't go to heaven (Damn Tezz, you killed that, kill 'em all)
Ayy, I hit the drac' 'cause I'm starin'
Had to cover her mouth 'cause we fuckin' too loud (Come here)
Capo got them plays across town
If he send a location, I'm takin' 'em down (The schedule)
And for red on the head, that's unusual
Don't go to panickin', I'll knock your noodle loose (He panickin', he panickin')
In the foreign with the Glock, it say twenty two (Panickin')
That's not the bullet (He panickin'), the caliber I'm shootin' at you (He panickin', bow)
Smile on my face lookin' sinister
Baby Joe Gang, cuttin' the light, that's stainable (Gang)
Say you ready for come, but I finish him
He ain't got morals so, why wouldn't I kill for him? (Little ass ****)
**** ready to die 'bout they bitches, this .458 make 'em drop all them switches (This blrrdah)
Combination, them choppers got sixty, you don't got enough for your clique to be dissin' (Damn Tezz, you killed that) (Stand down)
Aye killers don't go in the Dixie, but leavin' them rats and pay Jesus a visit (Slide through)
Had a shot on my head and he missed it
If he ain't get popped don't wan' speak on that mission (Dummy)
**** goin' out sad in they bars
You rappin' 'bout how you got shot in them cars (He tellin')
And you puttin', my gang get on missions
You might as well sayin' these rats be snitchin' (He tellin')
Ayy, you know that .300 Blackout do damage, don't know 'bout no .357 (Nah)
And we hit your party with drac's and them carbons, you know this shit can get deadly (Stand down)
While I'm fuckin' this bitch, got to playin' in his face, I'm lookin' for lo's in this message (Get here)
And I really don't know who was tellin', all rats gotta die and they don't go to heaven (Uh-uh)
Let me hear that junt
Written by: December Brooks