Give me that nine, that clip Ain't no talking to my 9, 'cause bitch 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, Straps all in your window, puffing up on some endo Surprise, surpise, nigga look at what you in for Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide O-o-o only if my 9 could talk Don't, don't, don't leave no witnesses to this homicide 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 niggas be snitching I put blood up on his Polo, gots him screaming like bitches Now it's gonna be, kinda like, hard to see me When I reappear, nigga you see nothing but my beam And I'm gonna hits that nigga for one mill These shots I pop, he drops, and uh, that's like a done deal You could consider that nigga a disaster area Call his mom for a black dress consult his family members to be the pallbearers You fucks with mine, I'ma leave that nigga shaking Flatline, CPR, I don't think that nigga made it Some call it murder, I call it 1-87 Some call it robbery, bitch, I call it 2-11 See, hand me that duffle bag full of hot guns First nigga runs up, guns up, that head gonna catch some hot ones I run this shit like the White House Tonight's the night, it's getting dark, bitch it's lights out When I shoot, I'm never gonna miss 17 in my spot, 17 in my gloc, 17 niggas I'm gonna hit I be a specialist like Sharon Stone An assassin like Sylvester Stallone Only if you could live, but you ain't Only if my 9 could talk, but it can't Don't leave no witnesses to this homicide More from Silkk The Shocker