Lyrics ITACHI and SASUKE (feat. TrellOsama) - C4 Dvus

(Dvus Texas nigga)

Crack his dome, give a fuck this some soldier shit
Okay I'm capping I give a fuck but I'll shoot the bitch
388 catch him lacking pull up beside the whip
He better not play this ain't no game, I'll leave him Jit
I'm a cold hearted hustler
From the bottom I'm the Reaper
These niggas dissing on they songs
Fuck that talking God can greet them
I got 100 on his ass
We gone spin hollows eat him
He get to talking all that solider war
I catch him I'm leave him

I'm giving her wood, said I'm serving her raw
I got that shit that's gone lock up her jaw
Pull a few string just like a guitar
Not Hollywood but she know I'm a star
My niggas they wetting shit all in the mall
Brand new AR and it shoot through the wall
I tell the teller I need a withdrawal
My gun got some tits I'm undoing her bra
These bullets gone hawk him he won't make it far
Coughing up liquids a bloody cigar
Catch him in traffic we parallel park
I'm toting that iron just like Tony Stark

Just like Tony Stark I'm toting that Iron
Eye of the tiger, heart of the lion
You niggas can't fuck with me I see them trying
Come up on a dub my niggas ain't dying

My niggas ain't dying or going for shit
Nigga dissing on me then he better have tint

Shoot at his face I don't do no attempt
She won't get a kiss after sucking my dick

30-06 make his whip do a flip
Shit, I got his bitch in my room doing tricks

I'm getting groovy I'm moving her hips
Recorded that hoe while she giving me lip

Seen her with her nigga and blew her a kiss
He ain't even step, this nigga a bitch
I can't even cap like the hoes don't want me
All of my life they been on my dick

Ion want peace, Ion wanna diss
Hollows in the air, God get your kids
Before a nigga play think about your whig
Ion wanna talk let'em off the rip

Ruger 5-7 this ain't no Glock
Let a nigga play he gone get popped
Something like a bar how we serve shots
Hanging out the window focused on the op
I'm ten toes, nigga you not
Fucking on his hoe, she gone give the drop
Holes in his body leave him like a Croc
Hundred on his head pull up like the SWAT

I'm gripping her head I'm there to support her
Phone going dead but I'm still gone record her
That Ruger like Clay when he shoot from the corner
I'll box me a nigga like Shawn Porter

I walk in this bitch better get in order
I'm stubborn as fuck like a Trump supporter
I'm fucking yo bitch but I don't adore her
Got a move on a brick just made a quarter