Location On The Flyer

(Album: March Madness - 2018)

Put a nigga on a poster (Bop, bop)
I started with a dollar (Bop, bop)
Kony gon' flip that over (Flip that over)
Them nice niggas never handling this style of living (This style of livin')
The way I'm living I'll probably get all the dying presents
Six mile wipe yo bitch down for a living
No Rolex dreams when all you dream about is killing (Uh-huh)
They caught me loafing and they had me in my feelin's (Huh?)
I slid back shooting and watched his body hit the ceiling
Bound to heaven's gates (Gates)
Kony two guns, Kevin Gates (Bop, bop)
Saw the hate
Fung shui, let choppas spray (Brr, brr)
Through the Bay, watch 'em bite and turn like my momma say
Gang task, always let him go 'cause he cooperate
Started with a dollar, now I'm getting to the guap away (Guap away)
Lost what I loved, on my momma, I don't think straight (Think straight)
Losing white pockets, gang, so what's the debate
I be by myself or with a bitch that be busting dates
Ayy, know I'm Kony on the weekends (Weekends)
Swim with sharks, baby, come in to the deep end (Deep end)
Only man I fear is the Lord
Far as that, I don't really think he fuck with me no more
I ain't think I was the nigga 'til his body hit the floor
Check the score
I was funking with my neighbors next door (Next door)
She told me "Kony, you need 10K or more"
Told the bitch "you right, you ever use Backpage before?"
Now it come to me
I'm a well-known P
I'm a player playing point guard pulling up three's
Do the bye-bye-bleed 'em 'til the ming ming bleeding
Now you know that I'm a problem when I'm born on Halloween
Well around there
He from the hood, he was downed there
I don't fuck with other hoods, leave 'em out there
He was posting on Snap, he was found there
Blood on his breath from the puddles, he was drowned there
I just bought a Rolly, on my momma, I'm just playing with you (Fucking with you)
And free Jody, that's my brotha', boy I'm staying with you (Free Jody)
These niggas want you dead, they'll do anything to get you (Uh-huh)
They won't wrestle with a chop that do Jiu Jitsu, bitch
It be hella cold in the summertime (Time)
You ain't shot nobody, pussy nigga, stop lying (Lil' bitch)
How they sliding if I'm outside at dinnertime
Seen a couple suckas I ain't killing just to prove they lame
Prove they lame
What the fame got to do with slime
Prime time, do a nigga fine, like some steak and wine (Some steak and wine)
I ain't really think she cute, so I'm from behind
Life-size picture of a nigga with a.45
Where the slime
Where the brick
I'ma pay
Where's the line
Ride who? (Huh?)
Niggas dying
I'ma walk in on 'em with a hammer on my thigh
If a sucka bump into me, then we both gon' end our lives
I ain't into getting punked, I'd rather throw away my life (Bitch)
My Glock fuck bitches, so I'll just let her be a dyke
I remember we ain't go home at night
I'ma kill three mo' people 'fore I change up my life
Most niggas ain't got one (Huh?)
When I spot one
Sharp star shooter and I'ma go and get the job done (Get the job done)
I ain't finna give you props 'less you cop one
Pop the wrong nigga, then be sad he was not one
I ain't getting in that Lot' if that bitch driving (Huh)
She gon' tell, how the fuck y'all got bitches slidin'?
"How the fuck we ShooterGang but nobody dyin'?"
That's what someone asked me 'fore I shot that first Glock 9
You niggas outta pocket on them hot lines
How much guns we been through?
Damn, like 25
Free hunnid shot Nick like every time
Dallas, I'ma promise you a body by like lunchtime
All these niggas wanna kill you when you're doing fine (God...)
I-I'ma drop a nigga like a punchline
I'ma shooter, but I'm Kony, you can run mine
Touch mine, had that body by like lunchtime (Uh-huh)
I just run off with a P, cut the lunch line (Lunch line)
This new bitch drive dick like an Uber driver (On God)
Come and sacrifice yourself, I'm the crucifier
Only ducking cops, location on the flyer
Let's get it