Vinnie Paz Killpoint Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, Pack Pistol Pazzy and all that
Yo Fame salute, slap it up
Danze
Firing Squad, Brooklyn what up
Look, come on man
Yeah, look, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
P89 and this thing plated (with the beam on it)
Big shit, carry the stick like I'm King David
Don Gorgon and I mean braided
Big mon ting we bring hatred
This a declaration of war (Yeah)
You swimming with sharks, you ain't gon' make it to shore (No!)
If you crazy pa put the whole eighth in the straw
I ain't tryna hear no f*ckin' conversation at all (At all!)
I got shooters that blow rockets (pa-pa-pa-pa)
Cherry head, how you a booster with no pockets? (With no pockets)
If you ain't ripping it, don't cock it
I ain't gon' call up the dogs and I won't stop it (I won't stop it!)
We not clickin' and y'all different (Yeah)
Maybe you be more of a man if you stop bitchin' (Stop bitchin')
I be sprayin' outta two TECs
I ain't playin' with a full deck
Stupid!
[Chorus]
*scratches*

[Verse 2: Lil Fame]
This the type of shit that make you go nuts
Throwin' shots out the passenger side in the hooptie doing donuts
The streets burned from the tires
Shit we did in our real life, you learned from The Wire
Where I'm from we really move it for the price
We do it for the love, we don't do it for the likes We do it for the drugs and you do it for the hype
You ain't like me, I do it for the shooters with the stripes
Word on my street, niggas out here kickin' dirt on my cleats
Ten toes down standing on my feet
If it ever come to the day I don't eat (Burn! Burn! Burn!)
Got to appraise these niggas
Question: Who the f*ck raised these niggas?
Just avoid me, I'm wrong
For the record I'm fentanyl recorded into audio form
Motherf*cker!

[Chorus]
*scratches*

[Verse 3: Billy Danze]
It's that headshot capital rap, you know the deal
Brownsville, still got the drill, Bill back
My god think it through
If the shooter come out the roof of the Cadillac who they gon' link it to?
The hottest chick in your dreams wink at you
You follow her to the crib, somebody holler peekaboo (boo)
I see you now then I see you now on a respirator
Half of your brain data left on the ground
Hater you sound stupid
The truth is if I lose it you could leave here toothless (Bang!)
Out the bottom roll real quick
Slip four from the top bro (shit!) real quick (shit!)
That's 'cause your mouth too slick
Watching tutorials don't make you about this shit
Warriors, nigga! We don't ever change outfits
The more niggas you bring with you, the longer the clip
Bang!