Oct 16th (Remix) Lyrics
Stamp that
Still spinnin’, still get active, n****
Ice shit ain’t change shit
Murder and millions
Rich and Ruthless
Never speak on the business
Live in a warzone, nobody gon’ bust that fire like me (No)
5.56 and .223’ll leave a n**** dead in the streets (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Masked up in the SRT (Masked up), bad bitch, she my sneaky link (Sneaky link)
Tell me everything ’bout them pussy-ass n***** (Phew), she gave me the drop in the East (Where they at?)
Cartier on, Patek on (Ice), with the two-tone Cuban link (Can’t fuck with me)
These n***** ain’t kill shit, let shit die, they just be sayin’ what they think (They burnt)
Hit a n**** up, he was screamin’ (He a ho), what I’m spinnin’ for? Give me a reason (Me a reason)
Lil’ petty-ass body had me locked up, n****, I was gone all four seasons
Cup red, left one of ’em dead
Wheelchair Gang, can’t use his legs (Can’t use ’em)
Pussy-ass, bruh ain’t made it to the med
Case you wanna do it, then it’s off with your head (Send shots)
Pussy-ass made that bed (He made it)
Now you gotta lay in that bed (Gotta lay)
You don’t want smoke, you scared
Faceshot shit, we don’t aim for legs (Bah, stamp it)
Hit his ass up with red tip
Don’t stop ’til you flip, leave a n**** ass stiff (Leave him stiff)
Never switch on the gang, put switches on the Glock
Know how these bitches equipped (Come with ’em)
Stop cappin’ like you spinnin’, I ain’t got shot shit
Been four years since he got killed (You ain’t shit)
N***** know I’m dumpin’ off the rip (On God)
These bitches don’t come off the hip (No cap)
Murder and millions, standin’ on business, Rich and Ruthless on my pendant (Ice)
Designer drippin’ while I’m killin’, can’t say no names, catch a sentence (Don’t tell)
Brought the racks out to shit on n*****, ain’t sign no deal, this shit independent (Out the streets)
Bound to make the news, you play with 2, I stop a n**** from breathin’ (Lil’ n****)
And we ballin’ every season (We ballin’), comin’ like the All-Star weekend
Three-point contest, we hittin’ nothin’ but net, slammin’ on the opps too easy (Too easy)
She suck me ’til I get a lil’ dizzy, nut on her tits, then she give me the glizzy (What she say?)
Say, “Baby, I ain’t worried ’bout gettin’ it, we do drugs, I know you be completin’ the missions” (Hah)
These n***** can’t fuck with us, can’t be stopped, put a n**** on a t-shirt (On a t-shirt)
Three letter murder gang, do your research
We don’t car jack, put a n**** ass in the dirt (Dig him up)
You the type of n**** tell a n**** shoot first (Shoot first)
Hit his ass up, now he tryna be a good nurse (Bitch)
Mama more gangster than these pussy-ass n*****
She keep a Glock in her Gucci purse (Yeah)
Bitch, my mama had the switch first (I stamp it)
These n***** ain’t never put in no work (No work)
October 16th, it’s only one of me, the day the big stepper was birthed (On God)
Chopper knock a n**** off earth (Off earth), put a n**** ass in a hearse (In a hearse)
Double R business, Murder Millions, the day 2X was birthed, ugh (He was birthed)
Ayy, ayy
Double R, Double R, Double R, Double R
Rich and Ruthless, but I slide in a stolen car (Stolen car)
We knock an opp down like a bowlin’ ball
Walk up and finish him, he cannot see tomorrow (Grrt, grrt)
Do him nasty, we gon’ shoot up the hearse (Shoot up the hearse)
Don’t you shoot him ’cause I seen him first (Seen him first)
I ain’t take your kill on the last drill, so I’ma put him in the dirt
62 make him lean like circ’ (Grrt)
Three hundred shots on the scene like Durk (Three hundred)
Couple shots went through his chest, but the headshot really made it worse (Boom)
On my daughter heartbeat, I done hit a n**** with that Drac’ and put him to sleep
All that soft talk sweet that they say about me ’til your ass deceased (N****)
N***** say they gon’ step on who? What? Me? N**** shoes ain’t even creased
Bitch, I’m known to make a n**** use they feet like an athlete in the streets (Come here)
I ain’t been on a drill in a minute, but for my drill team, I’m lieutenant
Forever spinnin’ (Brrt), forever winning (Brrt)
Forever, I’ma get to these millions, n**** (To that cheddar)
NLE Top Shotta, got bombs like Al-Qaeda (Skrrt)
N**** run up, 62, walk up, caught ’em, n**** (Brrt)
Brrt, n****, n**** (Come here, come here, come here, come here)
You better stop playin’ with this work
‘Cause we put shit on shirts (Brrt)
Put shit on shirts for real
Just know I kill
Know we gon’ make him feel
This steel
We gon’ show him that that this beef is real