Bitch, we ain't scared to spin, so don't be dissin' on our guys
Dann Rackz thought it was safe, and C5 spit on his mom
Me and my guys hit every shot, we like curry in his prime
Guess they chose us to be the Seekers, cause Dann Rackz keep on hiding
Call us the Torches for a reason, cause we put belts to y'all behind
Might have been water on the floor, that nigga slipped, when he was sliding
And Joe, we know that you a bitch, you don't slide behind your guys
We the type to see you lacking, bang that switch out the ride
He got shot all in his face, and now he walk with one eye
Might have f*cked up his thoughts, that bullet hit em in his mind
We the type to f*ck up your walking, Glick aimed right at his spine
Bro tryna catch a kill, wait, let me get em, bitch, he mine
He ain't never pressed the issue, guess that boy don't wanna slide
And all his guys gon' catch that belt too, because they ride behind em
My gun Like my godparent, might just name that bitch Wanda
And we don't talk on Rackz mom, ever since they can't find her
You can't diss on our guys, and think you finna get away
Maulie feel, they ran em down, and caught that nigga with the K
If we catch em, then he done, better play it safe today
This gun tap, you know you runtz, bitch, I make them bullets spray
And when I walk down on you, you gotta do more than pray
The Dann Racks walk like a faggot, they f*ck him up, they turn em gay
Jay you know that choose a bitch, when I find you, thats your day
And Mark, we know you a bitching, cause you ran away
We caught Mark outside that let out, then he ran away from us
We Caught him strike em with that fire, this some heat can't play with us
We the top one hoopers in the league, so you can't stay with us
That's if you really bout the action, the only way you hang with us
Bro got shhh on the back of his gun, so I think it's gon' bang like russ
And we don't speak on all that action, I know they turned Lil' J to dust
I was right there, face to face, I had seen 35 f*ck him up
He was ducking all them punches, but he can't duck no uppercut
Them bullets that he got hit you, guaranteed it f*ck you up
Put that man on a shitbag, I guess he should've tried to duck
If my mans up that blick on you, you better off tryna up your hands
Because if you try up a gatt , we hit you before you touch your pants
Actually, if you dissing, we gon' pop em in advance
Spot my target, hit him, he scream, ah, and then I hit my dance
Joe, we don't duck no fade, you could get done like your man
Or you could be the next one out that camp to be a strain
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Bitch, we ain't scared to spin, so don't be dissin' on our guys
Dann Rackz thought it was safe, and C5 spit on his mom
Me and my guys hit every shot, we like curry in his prime
Guess they chose us to be the Seekers, cause Dann Rackz keep on hiding
Call us the Torches for a reason, cause we put belts to y'all behind
Might have been water on the floor, that nigga slipped, when he was sliding
And Joe, we know that you a bitch, you don't slide behind your guys
We the type to see you lacking, bang that switch out the ride
He got shot all in his face, and now he walk with one eye
Might have f*cked up his thoughts, that bullet hit em in his mind
We the type to f*ck up your walking, Glick aimed right at his spine
Bro tryna catch a kill, wait, let me get em, bitch, he mine
He ain't never pressed the issue, guess that boy don't wanna slide
And all his guys gon' catch that belt too, because they ride behind em
My gun Like my godparent, might just name that bitch Wanda
And we don't talk on Rackz mom, ever since they can't find her
You can't diss on our guys, and think you finna get away
Maulie feel, they ran em down, and caught that nigga with the K
If we catch em, then he done, better play it safe today
This gun tap, you know you runtz, bitch, I make them bullets spray
And when I walk down on you, you gotta do more than pray
The Dann Racks walk like a faggot, they f*ck him up, they turn em gay
Jay you know that choose a bitch, when I find you, thats your day
And Mark, we know you a bitching, cause you ran away
We caught Mark outside that let out, then he ran away from us
We Caught him strike em with that fire, this some heat can't play with us
We the top one hoopers in the league, so you can't stay with us
That's if you really bout the action, the only way you hang with us
Bro got shhh on the back of his gun, so I think it's gon' bang like russ
And we don't speak on all that action, I know they turned Lil' J to dust
I was right there, face to face, I had seen 35 f*ck him up
He was ducking all them punches, but he can't duck no uppercut
Them bullets that he got hit you, guaranteed it f*ck you up
Put that man on a shitbag, I guess he should've tried to duck
If my mans up that blick on you, you better off tryna up your hands
Because if you try up a gatt , we hit you before you touch your pants
Actually, if you dissing, we gon' pop em in advance
Spot my target, hit him, he scream, ah, and then I hit my dance
Joe, we don't duck no fade, you could get done like your man
Or you could be the next one out that camp to be a strain
Dann Rackz thought it was safe, and C5 spit on his mom
Me and my guys hit every shot, we like curry in his prime
Guess they chose us to be the Seekers, cause Dann Rackz keep on hiding
Call us the Torches for a reason, cause we put belts to y'all behind
Might have been water on the floor, that nigga slipped, when he was sliding
And Joe, we know that you a bitch, you don't slide behind your guys
We the type to see you lacking, bang that switch out the ride
He got shot all in his face, and now he walk with one eye
Might have f*cked up his thoughts, that bullet hit em in his mind
We the type to f*ck up your walking, Glick aimed right at his spine
Bro tryna catch a kill, wait, let me get em, bitch, he mine
He ain't never pressed the issue, guess that boy don't wanna slide
And all his guys gon' catch that belt too, because they ride behind em
My gun Like my godparent, might just name that bitch Wanda
And we don't talk on Rackz mom, ever since they can't find her
You can't diss on our guys, and think you finna get away
Maulie feel, they ran em down, and caught that nigga with the K
If we catch em, then he done, better play it safe today
This gun tap, you know you runtz, bitch, I make them bullets spray
And when I walk down on you, you gotta do more than pray
The Dann Racks walk like a faggot, they f*ck him up, they turn em gay
Jay you know that choose a bitch, when I find you, thats your day
And Mark, we know you a bitching, cause you ran away
We caught Mark outside that let out, then he ran away from us
We Caught him strike em with that fire, this some heat can't play with us
We the top one hoopers in the league, so you can't stay with us
That's if you really bout the action, the only way you hang with us
Bro got shhh on the back of his gun, so I think it's gon' bang like russ
And we don't speak on all that action, I know they turned Lil' J to dust
I was right there, face to face, I had seen 35 f*ck him up
He was ducking all them punches, but he can't duck no uppercut
Them bullets that he got hit you, guaranteed it f*ck you up
Put that man on a shitbag, I guess he should've tried to duck
If my mans up that blick on you, you better off tryna up your hands
Because if you try up a gatt , we hit you before you touch your pants
Actually, if you dissing, we gon' pop em in advance
Spot my target, hit him, he scream, ah, and then I hit my dance
Joe, we don't duck no fade, you could get done like your man
Or you could be the next one out that camp to be a strain
Writer: Kap 4ourr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid