[Verse 1]
Give me that nine, that clip
Ain't no talking to my 9, `cause (*##$ I'm bout to sop you up

Twist the cap back, put one up in the chamber
Your life in danger, I'm busting caps upon a total stranger
Better believe I be creeping

Detectives wonder how I hit your house and the rest of the block,
they still sleeping
Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo

Surprise, surpise, ^!$$% look at what you in for

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Only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide

O-o-o only if my 9 could talk
Only if my 9 could talk
Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide


[Verse 2]
Now imagine me slipping up on my murder gloves

Now imagine me got a 9 with a silencer and I'm in a bout it club
I want soda `cause ^!$$%s be snitching
I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like (*##$es

Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me
Disappear like a genie
When I reappear, ^!$$% you see nothing but my beam

And I'm gonna hits that ^!$$% for one mill
These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal
You could consider that ^!$$% a disaster area

Call his mom for a black dress
consult his family members to be the pallbearers
You $#&@s with mine, I'ma leave that ^!$$% shaking

Flatline, CPR, I don't think that ^!$$% made it

[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Some call it murder, I call it 1-87

Some call it robbery, (*##$, I call it 2-11
See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns
First ^!$$% runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones

I run this %#@! like the White House
You like some white out
Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, (*##$ it's lights out

When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss
17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 ^!$$%s I'm gonna hit
I be a specialist like Sharon Stone

A bad boy like Al Capone
An $$#assin like Sylvester Stallone
Only if you could live, but you ain't

Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't

[Chorus]


Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide


[repeat Chorus]