Execution Diaries Lyrics

Yeah

Hit and run (Hit and run)

Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)

Got the squad (Got the squad)

On my back (On my back)

See a weak nigga

I attack (I attack)

Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Hit and run (Hit and run)

Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)

Got the squad (Got the squad)

On my back (On my back)

See a weak nigga

I attack (I attack)

Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Ay, we're the come and collect (And collect)

We're the ones pulling up with the set (With the set)

Lit a fire and I did it with a match (With a match)

Yeah, lines on the table for a check

And I told you I'd admit it (I'll admit it)

If I did it (Did it)

Black gloves (Yeah yeah)

Got it fitted (Got it fitted)

Yeah I said it (Yeah I said it)

He was winded

Pull the cap

He was fiending

And it's underground like railroads

That's the nigga sending shots

What's he there for?

I got shooters on the towers and they aim low

Pow-pow, job done, that's what they came for

Then the subs start circling the block

Don't know where to stop

Told my nigga Chop to get it done by three O'clock (Three O'clock)

Red and blue lights got me yelling it's a cop

Freeway swivels 'til we landing at the dock

Hit the wave with a flop (With a flop)

Boats getting ready for the squad, for the flock (For the flock)

If a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk (How he walk)

Yeah, if a nigga talking he gon' show me how he walk

Hit and run

Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)

Got the squad

On my back (On my back)

See a weak nigga

I attack (I attack)

Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah

Hit and run (Hit and run)

Cul-de-sac (Cul-de-sac)

Got the squad (Got the squad)

On my back (On my back)

See a weak nigga

I attack (Boom, boom)

Bad times and I don't know where y'all at, yeah, ay

Let's keep it real for a minute

The mob been around for a sec and they grinning

Thinking about all the ops they been dimming

Keeping it real, we keeping it real

Zones like homes for a nigga like me

Ain't no ops, just aim and flee

Wave that flag young man don't sleep

This shit is easy like A B C

Woo, ay, the rack for the count (Count)

The count for the rack (Rack)

I'm makin' 'em bounce (Bounce)

Just don't interject

I'm taking this shit to the house

Top of the hills

Top of the charts

Paying their bills

Smoke 'em in darts

Shit getting dark

I pull out the pen and the papers to jot (Jot)

Aim for the heart

All that I gain getting weighed by the rocks (Rocks)

Numbers and dots

Wasn't a dicky, we riding a yacht (Yacht)

Label a drop

Putting my name on the papers a lot

Twenty-one, nah, I'm twenty-four savage

Think it's a trip how we carry the baggage

Get to the crib we unravel the cabbage

Sauce really drip on our suits and the cravats

Sauce really drip for the kid

Seek for a nigga but he really hid

Play with a stone, but we hit with a stick

Get off my dick they calling me JID, yeah (Get off my dick)

It's a hit

I complete the list

Got the jist

Had your chance, but you fucking missed

I insist

You be Arthur how you ball your fist

Coexist

Nah, nah this a fucking diss

Never missed

Different city, I complete the wish

Gotta shift

We be creeping in the fucking mist

Blow a kiss

I got Jada she a satanist

Ode to Christ

Got the 4, now it's onto 6