Photo Shop - C.M.L.

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

Nigga

Me and Bankroll from the same spot

We done caught a body on the same block

Shotti hit a nigga body like he J-Roc

Get on a nigga back like a tank top

Wet a nigga up a body when that K cocked

He ain’t got nowhere to run when that rain drop

My enemies working with the gang cops

The suckas telling on me 'cause the game hot

I’m running niggas over and I can’t stop

Leave your thoughts on your bitch

That’s a brain shot

'Cause blood had me twisted like a dreadlock

The only thing I know about him

He a dead opp

Ain’t no competition I’m the illest out

Hottest nigga in the streets, I’m the realest out

Promoters book me for a show, I’m bringing killers out

And I ain’t turning down shit, I’m knocking niggas out

Blood said he want me dead, went in that nigga house

Plotting on me, that’s some shit I can’t forget about

Caught him naked with his bitch, he was chilling out

Put that fan to that man, and blew his ceiling out

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

Yo

Free that nigga flag red

Pop him in his face like a blackhead

Hit him one time in his fat dreads

Paralyze blood, leave him half dead

Bitch I’m from the 30s

Ion never play

Do a nigga wrong, ion never wait

Body slam blood, he a featherweight

Shoot him in his head, then we celebrate

All onstage with a FN

Motherfuck you and your dead friends

I’m a motherfucking giant, did your chest in

I ran a background check, you a yes man

Bitch I’m with the motherfucking drama

Fuck your baby mama

Then I slap you with the llama

Running up these commas

Treat the chop like the Bahamas

Free that nigga Lizk, Demo Dick, and

Piru, free that nigga

Beat him out his clothes, I got hands like E. Honda

I put her in a Benz, but I met her in a Honda

Fuck the police, the D.A. and your honor

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop

The kata got a beam with a scope on top

I keep steel on me like I’m RoboCop

Ain’t no talking on the phone, 'cause the popo hot

The choppa cut a nigga up like he photo shop