Lil Capalot
Smooth criminal, Mike Jack
And I still like
To tote a .45 like Mike back
Pull that TEC out
Just to make a statement
He gon' need a body bag
Or a night sack
He a ***
He'll fold under pressure
I can tell from his posture
Man, he ain't really like that
Mama told me
I don't care if you scared
Go in for the kill
If they try, you better fight back
We'll beat his ***
If he try to throw the folks up
What's all that
You was sayin' like you was so tough
They gon' have to carry your man's
If he approach us
Creepin' in, that glizzy'll blam
When we get close up
Rich gangster
My gun match the color of my car
Any sudden movement and this *** go
Bet I have him huggin' Allah
I'm the G.O.A.T.
I'm a thug, I'm a star
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin'
Better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong
'Til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin'
'Round in the streets
So you better look both ways
Make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay
Screamin' out, no way
Tell me, Annie, are you okay
Still on that bull***, MJ
Really one of the hottest
And I never dropped a mixtape
All my life had to risk-take
But if they come and try me
40 kickin' 'til my wrist break
Let anybody in this *** play
I'ma have my C's leave his ***
In the ground with a stiff face
Where I'm from
All the killers turn hood legend
And they known through them blocks like Dikembe
Totin' on somethin' bigger than The Great Khali
30 shots'll knock him down
Like Muhammad Ali
Do the race
Scratch off in a Trackhawk Jeep
Catch him lackin', then it's R.I.P.
Youngin' tryna clear a crowd with the heat
When you ridin'
Better keep a .40 cal' by the seat
He was bangin' wrong
'Til they found him deceased
It's a whole lot of evil roamin'
'Round in the streets, uh
So you better look both ways
Make your soul shake
Demons standin' in the doorway
Tell me, Annie, are you okay
Screamin' out, no way
Tell me, Annie, are you okay