Friday The 13th (Ghost Hit)

Gee, kill that light  
You got it my Queen, this fu#k about to get served since we bringing the gunfight    
Have my crew to crash in and nobody moves until I say when    
Shoot his a$$ up, make him bleed, and shoot his twin    
These hustlers been getting away with some straight up bullsh*t    
Stealing these Cartels dope brings the pressure without hope    

Queen, they been reselling that pure cut for half price
Then trying to sell it back to me, not once, but twice
My Queen, I think it’s youngsters inside    
If so, aim high while I blindfold their eyes  
  

Mothefu#kas should know who I am, and I take no sh*t    
I can Glock your a$$ while still sucking a hard d..k    
And hack up any bit@hes who steps out of line with the stomping of my stiletto tip    
My Queen, there that punk a$$ fu#k go    
On the count of there...let’s roll, let’s make this lucrative plan flow    

       
At..at..at you move or reach for that weapon on your hip your punk a$$ is dead    
Bullet holes with your name on them to put you to bed    
On your knees, now    
My finger is itching on the trigger to hear that pow-pow    
Gee, check his country looking a$$    
Another man’s treasure is about to put you out with the trash    

Check the chamber, take the bullets out, then give me his weapon    
Not your day, partner, not when my hollow points will be your last earthly blessing    
Bring him over here, if he gives you any mouth    
Subdued his a$$ by shooting him, making sure he gets no taste of any female’s wet south    
That’s cold, my Queen, in his d..k
Just like I did to John Wick    
Word up, no doubt    
Back to you, word on the street, your go that black magic cane, and we want a piece, and no is not an option    
Or hell your feet will meet, so it's best you honor my demands with caution    

     
Did you really think you could run your mouth, your boys sell us out and get away with that    
A little reminder what we do to snitches and bit@hes    
Gee, whack him over the head with my baseball bat    
Yeah… that’s what’s I like to see, drops of blood    
In times like this, ain’t no honesty among thieves, no love    
You on my territory and rolling up, what, you got your chest out with your big guns    
I’m the Queen in these parts, somebody ought to told you that son    

     
Gee, stand his pink a$$ up    
It’s about time your life come down to Russian Roulette or acid to your body will be felt    
I only have one bullet left in your chamber, you best pray for luck    
If not, your hoe is already sold while I pimp her a$$ out for a street fu#k    
Gee, hold him real still    
Fu#k yeah, you ask am I on the real    
This is what my crew call, using you as a marker while making mass quantity dope deals    
To the Cartels, using your body as collateral when we don’t have those large currency bills    
And your time is up    
So, as my Gee would say, what the fu#k    
I hate long goodbyes… shoot him    
I’m fair, and I cannot, leave a poser standing on some missed bullet whim    

     
Queen, you want me to cement his shoes    
Hold on, let me carve my initials in his palms, a reminder for his crew to let those Russian Cartels know you fu#k over me you pay your dues    
It will cost your life, and you damn right, its gonna hurt    
The river I toss your charred remains, or, six feet I will put you, while you’re a$$ kissing dirt      
Let’s go and get this dope, his bit@h, and his cash Gee    
After that I need you to get the Russian Cartels on the line, we need to call peace          

Done my Queen

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