Don’t Shoot The Deacon

[Chorus: Dys Davinci]
Got a Glock .40 with a broom, how I’m sweeping
Ain’t no tucking my gun toting, you gon' see it
Take no xans, my body hopping, ain’t no sleeping
Sew your lips up, calm that talking fore you reaping
Tell my momma that I’m sorry, I’m a demon
Yeah, I’m slimy, but I leave a nigga bleeding
Cross county with that check, run ‘til my feet stiff
Anybody get it, glockie might baptize the Deacon

[Verse: BigSPLATT]
From the 407, I come straight from out the O (yuh, huh?)
I be slidin' with a shooter, and you know my case cold (what?)
How you cryin' for some mercy, but you know I ain't got no soul
Call your momma up and tell her that you won't make it home
Mayday, mayday, yuh, (Brring brring!) the pilot missing
Amber Alert, jit got picked up in his kitchen (Picked up in his kitchen)
Mask on his face, got a Glock to his neck
I'm just tryna' go 'cause my Glock ready and set
Oh damn, extended clips (Extended clips)
Nigga runnin', a busted lip (Yeah, the lip)
I don't do the same, I pop pills while I sip
Wonder where we go, yuh, when we fuckin' dip (Woah!)
Think about the chopper, think about the bullets (Bullets)
The way I snap a pic, got me looking like a tourist (Looking like a tourist)
Coke under my nails, always the purest (What? Pure)
Stay with a llama, 'cause you know I'm a terrorist (Terrorist)

[Chorus: Dys Davinci (BigSPLATT)]
Got a Glock .40 with a broom, how I’m sweeping (Yeah, a terrorist)
Ain’t no tucking my gun toting, you gon' see it (Yeah)
Take no xans, my body hopping, ain’t no sleeping (Sleep)
Sew your lips up, calm that talking fore you reaping (Reap)
Tell my momma that I’m sorry, I’m a demon (Demon, hahaha)
Yeah, I’m slimy, but I leave a nigga bleeding (Oh shit)
Cross county with that check, run ‘til my feet stiff (Kill ya'll niggas)
Anybody get it, glockie might baptize the Deacon

[Outro: BigSPLATT]
Stupid ass niggas