Michael Myers

Grrah, grrah boom Bro, slow down, word to bro Bro, slow down, I think he tired Masked up on that block, Michael Myers If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet I hear them sirens Jack on the back of that block, he on timin' Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin' Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V Like, if he spin through by block, burn them tires Pretty lightskin, tryna admire She in my ear, she be movin' in silence Can't be jackin' my shit if you do not put on Lil bro with me give them some work, but he flyin' Boy got shot, he still alive? I don't know, but I'm tryna get high Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine I got one question, is you tryna die? Bendin' through blocks got the brother on lock I act retarded, they touch one of mine I got the city my block said I'm killin' them And for all of my brothers I be on some different shit Breakin' her back, word to bro I was drillin' it We kicked it, shorty was sweeter than- (Like, she was-) She was sweeter than cinnamon Can't be losin' my brain, so I had to get rid of it And that boy try to bend through on my block on some tough shit Word to my mother, that be the end of him Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain't lettin' him Dot' tryna flick out this V like a veteran Tryna flick when I throw, I don't know if you better then Beam on his back but the bullets start gettin' him Bro tryna flick out the G2C Like, it's too much smoke in this gun Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off But when I start flickin', I have too much fun I catch Bloodie, I'm leaving him done E, Mell, Notti, Runtz Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns Shit gettin' spooky dressed up like a nun Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun Like, I was on 9 deuce flockin' for none But I swear like I shoot like I'm flockin' for some Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump Like how many gon' diss nigga I done made run Like I think that's the D's, but don't you move scary When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me On that block makin' movies, no Tyler Perry If you think that I'm bluffin', just push up and dare me Like I want you to love me, don't want you to fear me Now let's bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry But I heard that that nigga a snitch C Blu shot, heard he a vic' Dougie got shot, started shakin' his hips Anybody get flocked jackin' sev to the 5th Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip Put the beam with his back, I just hope he don't trip SD get to barkin', I love when I flick If I see Rippy bitch put the dot on her wig Bro, slow down, I think he tired Masked up on that block, Michael Myers If that bitch even think to get loud, they be quiet I hear them sirens Jack on the back of that block, he on timin' Try to blitz through my block, then I'm firin' Them tires is flat, somethin' wrong with that V Like, if he spin through by block, burn them tires Grrah, grrah, boom Bro slow down, word to bro, like Masked up on that block, Michael Myers Think they loud, they be quiet