Viper - Gone Clash lyrics

I'm chillin' in a cut
Blastin on bustas, lettin' 'em know what's up
I gives a fuck about you, nigga
Watch the bullets come out the
Hand of a blood spiller
Catch 'em boys slippin' with the
Fury of the 45
And don't give a fuck 'cause I'm too live
I'm hidin' low for the task
Come out G'd up, and blast that ass
Yeah, I'm a baller
A major shot caller and a dead nigga hauler
What's up? I'm just grindin'
Niggas askin' all these questions
"How am I shinin'?"
Don't worry about it, nigga, it's my game
Get out my face 'fore your ass get sprayed
And stung
By Viper, so get on 'fore your ass get hung

Here comes the bullet out the four
Catch 'em boys slippin', for real
Really tho'? Motherfuckers limped over
Runnin' while they blastin'
Blood pourin' too fast
They only runnin' to they caskets
Blastin' at haters
And they dodgin' everywhere
It's like a warzone, nigga, and I don't care
Boys runnin' for they life
Screamin' while they dyin'
Hissin' and flippin', trippin' and cryin'
Pleadin' while they bleedin' like
A little girl but it's too late, punk
You done entered my world
Blastin' 'em with so much speed
Givin' these bustas all the iron they need
Pull after pull, my finger's startin' to hurt
But it lets a nigga know that
You takin' care of work
Clip after clip, and I'm steady reloadin'
We in the rain, niggas gettin' hit
And fallin' and floatin'

These boys gon' clash
I gives a fuck, watch me blast
These boys gon' clash
I gives a fuck, watch me blast
These boys gon' clash
I gives a fuck, watch me blast
These boys gon' clash
I gives a fuck, watch me blast