walk in the airport
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Walk into the airport, everybody staring at me
Had to walk back out, my chopper in the backseat
Put a hundred on this bitch, I swear I started laughing
Walk inside this bitch, I swear I started blasting
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too
Let the feds know they cannot find me
Go where I want, I'on need ID
Pig pull a motherfucker over, I'on really give a fuck
Yeah, ho, I shoot police
Two to the chest, one to the head, four in the back
Dump the rest in that motherfucker's face
12 squad car back up, pack up in this bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, this whip finna race
I fuck around, put a hole in his chest
I put the same strap to my head
'Fore the feds ever make me confess
Nah, bitch, I can't ever confess
If I walk inside this bitch
I cannot leave until I see that everybody is dead
I do what I see recorded, my brain been through torture
I'm ready to blow off my head
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too
Blood on the carpet, blood on my bag too
Blood on my hands, I got blood on these mags too
First one down, he the first one out
First in the room, first one shot down
Two shots in the left lung, blood down the leg, run
Fill up his lungs, made that lil' boy drown
Six feet low, now his ass in the ground
If I'm in this ho, I do not make a sound
Blue, red, blue light, I gotta bounce
They don't know where I stay, ho, I haunt in the South
Everybody is dead
Blow off my head