SHOOT PEOPLE YOU DON’T LIKE lyrics

[Intro]
Hello, I'm Lil Darkie
I yell
I smoke
I shoot things
I, uh, I shoot things

[Verse 1]
f*ck what you is, what you ain’t
n*gga, you a walkin' taint
I might faint
I'm a saint
How ’bout not
n*gga stop
Huh, f*ck yo' inhibitions I'ma drown 'em in the drop
In the wock witcha your pops at cops on my block
Rock with the killers and the Naz, yeah
n*ggas that might spill you with the Glock
Get the vision like a hawk
Boy got intuition like he's Spock, yuh
During intermission, you can talk to your friends
I don't stop at the ends
I keep pushin'
Leave your dreams on a cushion
I be rollin' like I’m sparkin’
You ain't even throw the cushion
Uh, I’m the motherf*cker on a mission, yuh
We the motherf*ckers make decisions, yuh
[Verse 2]
Shout out my-shout out my brain
Got pummeled, I lied on my stream
Lobotomize mainframe
Do what we sodomized
Main b*tch f*cked up
I've through a lotta highs, man get tucked up
Uh, I'm gonna gas that nitrogen
Site 'em in
Fight your friends
I’ll insight a riot
Shots he got leave you on a diet
Shots he got leave you on the floor
Lil darkie he want some more
Whore, you that type of b*tch
You won't fight, I'll snipe you b*tch

[Bridge]
Bang, bang, Spider Gang
Shoot people, we don't hang

[Verse 3]
Put, put, put, put, suck my nut up
b*tch, you f*cked up
You so stuck up
Batta-batta ba, batta, ba-ba boo
Talk about it bad, but it come back to
f*ckin' with a bad babe
Come at fu
Better buck up 'fore you get f*cked up too
With the gang and the strap
Tonight like hell
Let it swing got a chain like wow
Let it bang 'cause I love that sound
Men insane when I hit my green
I will hit whatever you in
Set you free from a world of sin
[Chorus]
Shoot people you don't like, why the f*ck not?
Bloodshot, Tough luck, Going through a rough spot
Yuh, shoot people you don't like
Shoot people take their life, yuh

[Outro]
Ay, listen, kids
If someone ever steps on your shoes or looks at you funny
I'ma tell you what you do, alright?
What you do is you pull out the strap
Then you aim it at their head
And then one, two, pop
You shoot 'em in the head and they're gone
It's easy like that, one, two, they're over
Bing batta boom (Chh, brrrt)