Revenge

[Verse 1: Maino] 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 [Hook 2x: Papoose] 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 [Verse 2: Red Cafe] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Papoose] 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 [?] [Hook]