(Prod. By BXO, Don't F*ckin Play With Me)
(Damn K2, This Danger-)
Five holes in his chest like Olympics
They got gold medals for runnin' track
They get backdoored, they don't get back
F*ck a surrender, never white flag
Bet I take a member, blitz in all black
I send shots, don't send me his @
He get flatlined if I spin his flat
FE4A got the gus on my tat
I'm in the streets and this bitch for the streets
Even then I know that she ain't for me
Bullets pop 'em cause niggas is corny
Opp block gettin' drenched make it stormy
Bet he run Rick if I back out that 40
If I reach, he gon' pray that they orbeez
Deadlock. Beam team on my doley
I keep Hanes in business, I put opps on more tees
He not my mans cause he beefin' my opps
Even same sides do not attract
I add more bullets and watch opps subtract
Niggas retreat but they never react
Committed, committed I never retreat
Siz shots leave him 6 feet underneath
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it discreet
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it dis-
It's fashion if he got a shiesty
If I got one, it's a new white tee
If I'm spinnin alone I got pipey
If I can't bring bro, don't invite me
I was laughin' this nigga said "fight me"
Pole with a beam, it ain't knockin politely
Abort bullets if I see his wifey
Kirkside, nigga don't come and sight-see
And suppressed glocks don't make a sound
Get with us, get lit, or get down
Ray itchin' to click on a clown
Graduate streets got a gun not a gown
And nobody fooled by his deep voice
And death by the ladder's a steep choice
Snitches rappin' I keep hearin' 3 oinks
New Amiris I'm shootin' his knee joints
Opp block? Nah, I call it free points
I give him acne when the beam points
Red dots on his face not acne
All black duckin' shots like he daffy
Reroute to hell, shoot at his taxi
40 kickin' I stay with my jackie
Owe the opp block a dead, come tax me
Warn your bros that my hip where the gatsby
They help the opps then them niggas done
That's why I can't jack the 9 double 1
He still got a heart so he won't dump a gun
And them disses quickly turn to duck-and-run
Midnight with my heat so you still see the sun
Niggas ain't bready ready they got crumbs
Candlelight's. Celebratin' when we spun
Every drill get deady, I go dumb
He jackin' the 40 start jumpin'
My lantern knockin' off his pumpkin'
Not jackin' his bitch, shoot at Jill, then she tumblin'
My 40 like sanitation, it keep dumpin'
Yeah
Where the bros at?
Where the thots at?
Bitch, I bet I'mma throw
Beam on his back, I could tell hea' float
Bop in the spot, I could tell she a hoe
She shakin' that ass while she drivin' the boat
Hollon, hollon get low
When I pass it to bro, take a look at the score
Glah Glah
Yeah we feenin' for more
Two twin shots, he can't see anymore
MT the twin, he gon' 'oot thru the coat
I can't say anymore, niggas watchin' the bros
Yeah, heard that nigga got poked, yeah
Yeah, this shit not a joke
I done been thru the O, aye
And I'm uppin' the score
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(Prod. By BXO, Don't F*ckin Play With Me)
(Damn K2, This Danger-)
Five holes in his chest like Olympics
They got gold medals for runnin' track
They get backdoored, they don't get back
F*ck a surrender, never white flag
Bet I take a member, blitz in all black
I send shots, don't send me his @
He get flatlined if I spin his flat
FE4A got the gus on my tat
I'm in the streets and this bitch for the streets
Even then I know that she ain't for me
Bullets pop 'em cause niggas is corny
Opp block gettin' drenched make it stormy
Bet he run Rick if I back out that 40
If I reach, he gon' pray that they orbeez
Deadlock. Beam team on my doley
I keep Hanes in business, I put opps on more tees
He not my mans cause he beefin' my opps
Even same sides do not attract
I add more bullets and watch opps subtract
Niggas retreat but they never react
Committed, committed I never retreat
Siz shots leave him 6 feet underneath
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it discreet
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it dis-
It's fashion if he got a shiesty
If I got one, it's a new white tee
If I'm spinnin alone I got pipey
If I can't bring bro, don't invite me
I was laughin' this nigga said "fight me"
Pole with a beam, it ain't knockin politely
Abort bullets if I see his wifey
Kirkside, nigga don't come and sight-see
And suppressed glocks don't make a sound
Get with us, get lit, or get down
Ray itchin' to click on a clown
Graduate streets got a gun not a gown
And nobody fooled by his deep voice
And death by the ladder's a steep choice
Snitches rappin' I keep hearin' 3 oinks
New Amiris I'm shootin' his knee joints
Opp block? Nah, I call it free points
I give him acne when the beam points
Red dots on his face not acne
All black duckin' shots like he daffy
Reroute to hell, shoot at his taxi
40 kickin' I stay with my jackie
Owe the opp block a dead, come tax me
Warn your bros that my hip where the gatsby
They help the opps then them niggas done
That's why I can't jack the 9 double 1
He still got a heart so he won't dump a gun
And them disses quickly turn to duck-and-run
Midnight with my heat so you still see the sun
Niggas ain't bready ready they got crumbs
Candlelight's. Celebratin' when we spun
Every drill get deady, I go dumb
He jackin' the 40 start jumpin'
My lantern knockin' off his pumpkin'
Not jackin' his bitch, shoot at Jill, then she tumblin'
My 40 like sanitation, it keep dumpin'
Yeah
Where the bros at?
Where the thots at?
Bitch, I bet I'mma throw
Beam on his back, I could tell hea' float
Bop in the spot, I could tell she a hoe
She shakin' that ass while she drivin' the boat
Hollon, hollon get low
When I pass it to bro, take a look at the score
Glah Glah
Yeah we feenin' for more
Two twin shots, he can't see anymore
MT the twin, he gon' 'oot thru the coat
I can't say anymore, niggas watchin' the bros
Yeah, heard that nigga got poked, yeah
Yeah, this shit not a joke
I done been thru the O, aye
And I'm uppin' the score
(Damn K2, This Danger-)
Five holes in his chest like Olympics
They got gold medals for runnin' track
They get backdoored, they don't get back
F*ck a surrender, never white flag
Bet I take a member, blitz in all black
I send shots, don't send me his @
He get flatlined if I spin his flat
FE4A got the gus on my tat
I'm in the streets and this bitch for the streets
Even then I know that she ain't for me
Bullets pop 'em cause niggas is corny
Opp block gettin' drenched make it stormy
Bet he run Rick if I back out that 40
If I reach, he gon' pray that they orbeez
Deadlock. Beam team on my doley
I keep Hanes in business, I put opps on more tees
He not my mans cause he beefin' my opps
Even same sides do not attract
I add more bullets and watch opps subtract
Niggas retreat but they never react
Committed, committed I never retreat
Siz shots leave him 6 feet underneath
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it discreet
Oh she wanna f*ck? Just keep it dis-
It's fashion if he got a shiesty
If I got one, it's a new white tee
If I'm spinnin alone I got pipey
If I can't bring bro, don't invite me
I was laughin' this nigga said "fight me"
Pole with a beam, it ain't knockin politely
Abort bullets if I see his wifey
Kirkside, nigga don't come and sight-see
And suppressed glocks don't make a sound
Get with us, get lit, or get down
Ray itchin' to click on a clown
Graduate streets got a gun not a gown
And nobody fooled by his deep voice
And death by the ladder's a steep choice
Snitches rappin' I keep hearin' 3 oinks
New Amiris I'm shootin' his knee joints
Opp block? Nah, I call it free points
I give him acne when the beam points
Red dots on his face not acne
All black duckin' shots like he daffy
Reroute to hell, shoot at his taxi
40 kickin' I stay with my jackie
Owe the opp block a dead, come tax me
Warn your bros that my hip where the gatsby
They help the opps then them niggas done
That's why I can't jack the 9 double 1
He still got a heart so he won't dump a gun
And them disses quickly turn to duck-and-run
Midnight with my heat so you still see the sun
Niggas ain't bready ready they got crumbs
Candlelight's. Celebratin' when we spun
Every drill get deady, I go dumb
He jackin' the 40 start jumpin'
My lantern knockin' off his pumpkin'
Not jackin' his bitch, shoot at Jill, then she tumblin'
My 40 like sanitation, it keep dumpin'
Yeah
Where the bros at?
Where the thots at?
Bitch, I bet I'mma throw
Beam on his back, I could tell hea' float
Bop in the spot, I could tell she a hoe
She shakin' that ass while she drivin' the boat
Hollon, hollon get low
When I pass it to bro, take a look at the score
Glah Glah
Yeah we feenin' for more
Two twin shots, he can't see anymore
MT the twin, he gon' 'oot thru the coat
I can't say anymore, niggas watchin' the bros
Yeah, heard that nigga got poked, yeah
Yeah, this shit not a joke
I done been thru the O, aye
And I'm uppin' the score
Writer: SB Moody, FF Ace
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