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Killed him, now I'm laughing off a drive-by

Stick poke out the window, know he lacking, make him fly high

We done shot him in the back end, and the bullet coming out the right eye

Now his homeboys all around him, if they stick around, yeah, they might die

Tryna catch one, but I caught nine

All dead, night-night

Red beam, night light

Broad day, 'til it's night time

Run him down at the right time

Ride round wit' them fuckboys

Get shot up, cut ya face off