Michael Myers Lyrics by Jay Hound & Jay5ive
Grrah, grrah boom
PradaDidIt
Bro slow down, bro
Bro slow down, I think he tired (Ryan, what took you so long?)
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that *** even think to get loud they be quiet (Hol’ on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin’
Try to blitz through my block, then I’m firin’
Them tires is flat, somethin’ wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block burn them tires
Pretty lightskin, tryna admire
She in my yeah she be movin’ in silence
Can’t be jackin’ my *** if you do not put on
Lil bro with me give them some work but he flyin’
(Like worda bro ***)
(Bro with me give them some work but he—)
Boy got shot, he still alive?
I don’t know, but I’m tryna get ***
Couple shots to his chest, couple more to his spine
I got one question, is you tryna die?
Bendin’ through blocks got the brother on lock
I act retarded, they touch one of mine
I got the city my block said I’m killin’ them
And for all of my brothers I be on some different ***
Breakin’ her back, worda bro I was drillin’ it
We kicked it, shawty was sweeter than— (Like, she was—)
She was sweeter than cinnamon
Can’t be losin’ my brain, so I had to get rid of it
And that boy try to bend through my block on some tough ***
Word to my mother, that be the end of him
Like he tryna push up on bro, I ain’t lettin’ him
Dot’ tryna flick out this V like a veteran
Tryna flick when I throw, I don’t know if you better then
Beam on his back but these bullets start gettin’ him
Bro tryna flick out the G2C
Like, it’s too much smoke in this ***
Bro on my aim tryna tell me to peel off
But when I be flickin’, I have too much fun
I catch Bloodie I’m leavin’ him done
E, Mel, Notti, runtz
Bro tryna flick like he play for the Suns
*** gettin’ spooky dressed up like a nun
Oh she tryna line me, I think she dumb
If she back out her phone, put the beam on her bun
Like I was on 9 deuce flockin’ for none
But I swear like I shoot like I’m flockin’ for some
Took that on the bunny took shots on the jump
Like how many gon’ diss *** I done made run
Like I think that’s the D’s, but don’t you move scary
When I flick I just hope that my bro is not near me
On that block makin’ movies, no Tyler Perry
If you think that I’m bluffin’, just push up and dare me
Like I want you to love me don’t want you to fear me
Now let’s bend through the Sev tryna look right for Jerry
But I heard that that *** a snitch
C Blu shot, heard he a vic’
Dougie got shot, started shakin’ his hips
Anybody get flocked jackin’ Sev to the 5th
Let me catch me a Munna, back out my grip
Put the beam with his back I just hope he don’t trip
SD get to barkin’ I love when I flick
If I see Rippy *** put the dot on her wig
Bro slow down, I think he tired
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
If that *** even think to get loud they be quiet (Hol’ on, be quiet)
I hear them sirens
Jack on the back of that block he on timin’
Try to blitz though my block, then I’m firin’
Them tires is flat, somethin’ wrong with that V
Like, if he spin through my block burn them tires
Grrah, grrah boom, ***
Bro slow down, worda bro, like
Masked up on that block, Michael Myers
Think they loud they be quiet
