Denison Kee - Retaliation Lyrics

Got a plug for the weed, I don't need it right now, Ima sit back and give it a minute
You should just stay up inside cuz we gonna ride, you don't wanna be there a witness
That's the main reason you die, become homicide
No remorse when it come to the snitches
Y'all don't got poles, y'all went out like some bitches
Pillow talking get you left with the fishes
Follow the leader the way I lead bitches
We do faceshots, we not into sneak dissing
Whole 30 shots and I know I ain't missing
I wish I had 33, that's Scottie Pippen
Don't ride past, we also flip shit
We some gymnasts, make it kick flip
We don't talk, we just go hit shit
Opps is mad they never blick shit
They see me and don't do nun
I see them and make that blick spit
He gon die cuz all that slick shit
I'm just tryna foreign whip shit
Drop a 4 up in my soda, might do 8, that's muddy drip drip
Hollows go right through yo lip lip
Bitches acting oso bougie, acting like I ain't just hit hit
When that money come, I stack it, take myself to a lil trip trip
Down bad, I had to rob him, stick him, lay low in the dip dip
You can't catch me when I leave the crib, I keep it on my hip hip
Niggas tweaking, get that lick hit
And I gotta get some bread, gotta do it for the days I wasn't rich rich
For the days I wasn't rich rich

I pop out the cut with a bag
I know too many killers, I don't gotta brag
You ain't pay him back, that's all that he had
Just know you a hoe if you coming like that
You really a hooper, ain't bumming like that
Since you is a thug, we dumping like that
Put all of the bullets in yo stomach like that
We move in silence, you ain't fighting right back
22 .40 bullets knock out his back
We caught him lacking, we came from the back
Just give up the pack or we blowing shit back
Since that summer day, I don't ever lack
I'm chasing that bag, got me thinking it's track
I need $500 want me on yo track
I won't ever lie, all I know is the facts
Boy you need a Grammy, all you do is act
He sold a lil eighth, now he think that he trap
Come catch me lacking, that won't ever happen
When I'm all in traffic, it's placed on my lap
Glizzy on me, it's gon f*ck up yo plans
I remember them Xans, "Hit up Kee, he the man"
Had to be smart, never had me a plan
I keep me a semi auto all with me, and it got a big clip, least I ride with is 10
I want a diamond Patek just like Durk
Green $20s got me looking like Ben
I'm in love with the money, I don't need no friends
All that fake love and I know it's pretend
We got them drums like we play in a band
We got them drums like we play in a band