WANTED lyrics

[Intro]
(Armas)
(Jellyy Onnat)
Like, like
Like, like
Like, word to bro, n*gga
(Lonzy got that sh*t on lock)
Better move, like
Like
Word to bro

[Chorus]
I was down, that's on bro I'ma get him
The force of this bullet might f*ck up his liver (Like, like)
Lil' bro caught the tag on the opp, I was with him (I was with him)
The beam it had stuck to his shirt like a sticker (TTGz do hits)
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer (He a killer)
Downtown with some shooters, on bro them my n*ggas (Like, like)
Silencer on the gun like I hired a hitter (Like I hired a hitter)
Oh boy, he was limping, I think he got hit (TTGz do hits)
Look, Sweepers sweepin', there's no nothin' bigger (No nothin' bigger)
I start lookin' for a plates like it's dinner (Like, like)
Guns singin' like Bryson no Tiller
They put stripes on my back when he thinkin' 'bout Tigger (When he thinkin' 'bout Tigger)

[Verse]
I might slide through your block like a drive-thru
Please don't ask what I want
I put that order in, n*ggas come slide through
Order complete, bullets straight through his front (Bullets straight through his front)
He doubled back, but I think it's a stunt (Uh-huh)
He gon' run when he hurt Forrest Gump
When boy got killed, all I seen was a dump
I be movin' like Trump, nothin' bigger than Trump (Nothin' bigger than us)
n*gga, please don't get in my way and act stupid
That's how a homie got hit
I ain't catch me a case, so they think I don't do sh*t (Grrah, grrah)
You can ask bro, that's on bro I was with it (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Little b*tch, I'm a demon
I was suited up on that block with my G, word to bro I was spinnin' (Like, like)
We was four deep in that V windows tinted (Like, like)
If I roll down this window, you better start dippin' (Like word to bro)
Better ask how I get, (Uh-huh) boy, he was runnin' a lot, but he tripped
Tryna come over here, just go jump off a cliff (Grrah, grrah)
Gunpowder, he smell when he sniff
[Chorus]
I was down, that's on bro I'ma get him
The force of this bullet might f*ck up his liver (Might f*ck up his liver)
Lil' bro caught the tag on the opp, I was with him (I was with him)
The beam it had stuck to his shirt like a sticker
Brodie wanted, they said he a killer (He a killer)
Downtown with some shooters, on bro them my n*ggas (On bro them my n*ggas)
Silencer on the gun like I hired a hitter (Like I hired a hitter)
Oh boy, he was limping, I think he got hit
Look, Sweepers sweepin', there's no nothin' bigger (There's no nothin' bigger)
I start lookin' for a plates like it's dinner (Like it's dinner)
Guns singin' like Bryson no Tiller (Like, like)
They put stripes on my back when he thinkin' 'bout Tigger (Like word to bro)