Fragmento (feat. Still A Kill) - Dagon RL

Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around (yeah) If niggas get to fuckin' around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me if you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around Where I'm from, death is always in the air homie Nana love me, so you know she say my prayers for me I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me, I fill ya back wit' MAC rounds Ask 'Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line, boy, I'ma air your ass out Screw ya face at me, I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga, I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em, I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around (Konvict) Now tell me, have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a MAC aimin' at'cha head, mayne? Before you know what life is flashin' and reminiscin' Your body is drippin' and full of lead, mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question, I'm 'bout that Don't go there, you can cock that And if you plan to fuck around then reroute that You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper So don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around

Sooner or later, layer by layer I make you come around Ready to feature, mover like a cheetah Without making a sound This is your blessing, no second guessing Run off when you're done Until forever, never say never Buck up and load the gun Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Fast or take it slow Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Down to the waters go So run off pretend then, boy Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy I got the keys to unlock the leisure I make you come around Sweet as a peach, yeah Voice like a reaper Without making a sound This is your blessing, no second guessing Run off when you're done Until forever, never say never Buck up and load the gun Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Fast or take it slow Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Down to the waters go So run off pretend then, boy Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Wherever we go Fast or take it slow Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Down to the waters go So run off pretend then, boy Wherever we go Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy Oh-na-na-na, we kill a soundboy

Niggas sendin' threats through a text message and shit Tryna send hoes to follow us And fuck on me and every one of my niggas Thought they set a nigga up Like a nigga just stupid or somethin' (haha) Ha Say bitch Them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (fah) Make sure (fah, fah) they be the same fingers That squeeze that bitch when you see me (bah) (Fah, bow) Bird business Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to flip your ass To send your ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that bitch, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit, gon' catch a kill And the drank came sealed I could buy my deal (my deal) I don't got my Glock concealed (uh-uh) So you know it's hot in here (hot in here) She like how my watch appear (appear) See it through the rear-view mirror (view mirror) Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('round here) Most of the time, gone off pills Most of the time, I'm under the influence You know I talk that cheese real fluent (yeah) You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (yeah, huh) This bird business, we never losin' (bird business) I'm with MBM murder gang (murder gang) And that AR came with a coolin' Remember that bitch called me her chooser Now that bitch callin' me zaddy Remember used to rock Caddies Now it's S560 4MATIC This Cartier getting old I think it's time to go Patek Keep me a fuckin' baddie Each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic Money damn near elastic Check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (my fabric, yeah) Emilio Pucci my jacket Keep that ratchet part of my fashion (pucci, pop, huh) Cartier buff glasses (uh) Too much racks start madness (yeah) Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to kill his ass To send his ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (go do a drill)

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