Americak

YG-30 on brother, uh, uh-uh-uh
(Aight) I'm on my shooter, 556 with this one
Aight, yeah, aight (c'mon), aight, aight

Came through on they block, had them runnin' and duckin'
Landlord crew had a few niggas duckin'
Bitch, we the reason y'all better oppose niggas
I ain't outside, them niggas be pluckin'
Give me a reason, I'm blowin' for nothin'
Switch on the back, when I shoot, it start stutterin'
Opp ass hoe keep tryna link up
Wanna be with some killers, so I say fuck it

Murder and love, this shit, how we do it?
Fuck makin' this, tryin' to get straight to it
Hank ain't livin', why they sayin' he livin'
His dumb ass die with a gun, shoulda blew it
Know I'ma rapper, I still get busy
Free Mo Gotti and three get busy
It's too many opps, in this little ass city
America, K.I.D. fuck niggas heavy

High as you rappin' and I ain't D.C
You know that I do get busy with Swiss
Know I ain't lovin' no hoe, had her crackin' her foe
I'm hittin' this hoe with some dick
I'll murder forever, lock them with some snakes
Ain't fuckin' with niggas, I'm really a snake
Heard a nigga got hit three times and he still ain't die
He's supposed to be up there with Snake

Nigga, this pack right here can't pass
His dumb ass ran and got hit in his ass
Ain't too many niggas that play with this shit
Nigga play with this shit and that'll be his ass
I'm all outside late, night shit deep
Yo mama got killed in the middle of her sleep
Tryna bag on dry ass drills, ain't tag nobody
They shoulda got out on feet

It's a bag on his head and we comin' like pronto
Now I shoot fans with a Swiss like Rondo
Everybody talkin' 'bout back door shit, nigga back door what?
I open the front door
How many ass do we got, it's a lot
Tryna die with his ass in the air like a bop
Pop out me a match, too deep on the op
Niggas block, we ain't leave it to a nigga shot

Came through on they block, had them runnin' and duckin'
Landlord crew had a few niggas duckin'
Bitch, we the reason y'all better oppose niggas
I ain't outside, them niggas be pluckin'
Give me a reason, I'm blowin' for nothin'
Switch on the back, when I shoot, it start stutterin'
Opp ass hoe keep tryna link up
Wanna be with some killers, so I say fuck it

Murder and love, this shit, how we do it?
Fuck makin' this, tryin' to get straight to it
Hank ain't livin', why they sayin' he livin'
His dumb ass die with a gun, shoulda blew it
Know I'ma rapper, I still get busy
Free Mo Gotti and three get busy
It's too many opps, in this little ass city
America, K.I.D. fuck niggas heavy, bitch

AmericaK nigga
Aight, free weep, been the reaper
Aight, KG, KG, KG
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh, yo, I like this up
Aight, c'mon