Papoose, Red Cafe, Maino - Revenge lyrics

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