Testo 289

I go until the end
I killin' all your friends
Bust it at they fuckin' door
I keep that shit up on the low
Freddie murder bitches in the middle of the street
Point it at them and they geek
Pull the trigger, I’m a freak
I’m the real deal, packing steel Call me fuckin' Holyfield
When my power gonna bust, bullet turn you into dust
Rest in peace you little bitch
Come on dare me, make me rich
Filled wit' hatred in my soul, grippin' on the .44
Let it pop I'll let you drop
You know Freddie fuck a op
DOOM is the click, y'all bitches ain't shit
Just a corpse, got to go
Try to match up with my flow
Murder goes in the show
Single shot, slit your throat (yuh)

Ooh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine
Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most
Ooh bang, 289, till ya fuckin' mine
Rollin' slow with the .44, aimin' at your dome
Me and Zye, gonna let you die, 'til your fuckin' mine
Sipping mud, do the coke
Motherfucker do the most