Revenge - Papoose

Bullets fly, my niggas ride, you’ve been advised

Say goodbye, won’t let it slide, let’s finish slime

On my mind, these niggas food like dinner time

Revenge coming, I grab a tool and drill his mind

No mashing, out the Phantom, they know it’s me

Start shoot, they’re screaming it was the KOB

Yeah, I’m a killer with a smile

Fuck fame, I’m the king dope dealer with the crown

Never stop shooting 'til them niggas on the ground

In the streets, screaming «my retaliation coming now»

, they put my homie in the grave

So I’m barefoot, running through the P’s with the K

Uh, but their mamas better pray

'Cause I got them on a list, I’m just trying to find the day

All black, four rugers and one mac

Ride back and dump, make sure they all clap

After the rapid fire comes the gun smoke

After the smoke clears, you see the homicide

After the homicide comes the funeral

After the funeral, it’s time to ride, revenge

I’m cut from a different cloth

Eat what I kill, blood on my dinner fork

I’m in the field with it, I ain’t really with the words

Any disrespect, it’s gonna be a purge, G side

Holler with me if you see me when you’re with the call

'Cause if I’m uncomfortable, my niggas letting off

Drop your top, then run to the cops, boy

Where I’m from, niggas pay off the cops

They tried to catch me slipping at the party

Somebody gonna see the son of anarchy

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

Tis is the season motherfuckers missing a roof

My sleeper, same nigga you call to freak the hoes (what else?)

Same niggas put you in a pita roll (what else?)

All the suckers gots to pay

Fifty shot clip, all you gon' see is 50 shades of gray

Man I’m stressed, I put my man to rest

Now it’s time to get them niggas who planned his death

(Where they at?) It ain’t hard to catch a stupid nigga

Instagram, you track him through his trenches

That little girl cute but gangsters don’t do it for the Vine

We do it for dead homies and niggas on the grind

Buck shots like boot camp, Fab 5

The clip flip inside of the mac just like a flash drive

Beretta, Glock, Smith, Sig, EAA

Pick a choice, I got five nines like Royce

Heard people up top with my man, flying him a kite

Wrote me right back, we got him, flying back tonight

Gun under his chin, had to fire with all my might

Brain on the ceiling, left him lying right on the light

Man from Canarsie, heard he was hiding in the Heights

Louder the dynamite, fire the iron