Lil Watt - Close Range Lyrics

Can't trust a soul, stay alert, this shit a cold game
They claim they love you, but will give them, folks yo whole name
Nigga, ah , give you half to clip for a whole thing
That's why I kept it to myself when that load came
Think a nigga still rockin' with me like the old days
But I was trippin', had to jump back in my own lane
I had to jump back in my own lane
And worry about niggas sendin' shots if it ain't close range
Let a nigga run his mouth long as he keep his distance
You and the rat, two of the same, I don't see a difference
My young dog just got the drop, he had to leave that nigga
Shit, you did the streets a favor, they won't even miss him
Just know I'm comin' off the hip soon as I peep the issue
Can't afford the lack, you gotta keep it with you
Yeah, right on your waistline
One in the head, cause when it pop off, you can't waste time
Naw, nigga, you can't cock it, nah
Gotta be ready, hold it steady, can't be hoppin' round
Don't be a bird, you wanna learn, well, nigga, jot this down
Get in your stance, hold it firm, then go and chop him down
If he try to run, take out that nigga's legs
Walk up on him, hover over him, make that nigga beg
All that woofin' on the neck, say what you was sayin
Tell the board, get the sheets, make that nigga beg
Can't trust a soul, stay alert, this shit a cold game
They claim they love, but ah give them folks yo whole name
Nigga, ah give , you half to clip for a whole thing
That's why I kept it to myself when that loan came
Think a nigga still rockin' with me like the old days
But I was trippin', had to jump back in my own lane
I had to jump back in my own lane
And worry my nigga sendin' shots if it ain't close range