We gon' camp in the bushes, that boy tryna come out, we doin' em bad, no cap
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
Flathead in my pocket what these niggas know bout a drill
I'm striking nigga I don't steal
You not tryna do it I will
I send them youngins tryna bomb and confirm that kill
I want me some money today, not tomorrow, nigga shit ain't promised, but I'm okay
I winning twin, what can I say?
And i'm in that box with luh spook, tryna make some shake
Locked in cant switch on my bae, im neighborhood hero, somebody come give me my cape
I'm just tryna get to my pape, shed blood for this shit, tryna ask a nigga, is he straight?
Luh Jo in the back and he hoppin' on feet, geek shit, tryna catch for a SRT
These f*ck niggas can't see me
On that young nigga shit, tryna dog your street
On gang
Hop out the whip, get nasty, nigga can't play wit luh anti, I'm hoppin' in traffic
I'm youngin pop the whip, get active
Come out two, three sticks, gotta hunnid some' rounds
I'm tryna take some' down, like blatt I'm tryna shootin' dem rounds
In the trap, I don moved a hunnid some' pounds
With luh wealth, yeah, Shawty just caught him a lick
We gon' hop out the box, black tape, real switch
We the real B hounds tryna flip some shit
With luh kilo, yeah, Shawty just caught the whip
You want beef, but Shawty ain't pop that shit
You want beef but shawty ain't pop that gun
He claim he a killer he ain't shot no one
With the $pinkrew bros we gon' get shit done
Got a 30 in my pants , I'ma pop my blick
On the east cant nan nigga take my shit
He trippin', my young nigga spin some shit
With luh kilo, we hittin' the trap he wit it
They don't like spinnin' wit me , I like spinnin' again
If you hang with the opps, then I shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at it again
They know, nigga, 2times shit what it is
On God
We gon' camp in the bushes, that boy tryna come out, we doin' em bad, no cap
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
YKantii - we made for racks (bonus) (feat. 2timesjo) Lyrics
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We gon' camp in the bushes, that boy tryna come out, we doin' em bad, no cap
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
Flathead in my pocket what these niggas know bout a drill
I'm striking nigga I don't steal
You not tryna do it I will
I send them youngins tryna bomb and confirm that kill
I want me some money today, not tomorrow, nigga shit ain't promised, but I'm okay
I winning twin, what can I say?
And i'm in that box with luh spook, tryna make some shake
Locked in cant switch on my bae, im neighborhood hero, somebody come give me my cape
I'm just tryna get to my pape, shed blood for this shit, tryna ask a nigga, is he straight?
Luh Jo in the back and he hoppin' on feet, geek shit, tryna catch for a SRT
These f*ck niggas can't see me
On that young nigga shit, tryna dog your street
On gang
Hop out the whip, get nasty, nigga can't play wit luh anti, I'm hoppin' in traffic
I'm youngin pop the whip, get active
Come out two, three sticks, gotta hunnid some' rounds
I'm tryna take some' down, like blatt I'm tryna shootin' dem rounds
In the trap, I don moved a hunnid some' pounds
With luh wealth, yeah, Shawty just caught him a lick
We gon' hop out the box, black tape, real switch
We the real B hounds tryna flip some shit
With luh kilo, yeah, Shawty just caught the whip
You want beef, but Shawty ain't pop that shit
You want beef but shawty ain't pop that gun
He claim he a killer he ain't shot no one
With the $pinkrew bros we gon' get shit done
Got a 30 in my pants , I'ma pop my blick
On the east cant nan nigga take my shit
He trippin', my young nigga spin some shit
With luh kilo, we hittin' the trap he wit it
They don't like spinnin' wit me , I like spinnin' again
If you hang with the opps, then I shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at it again
They know, nigga, 2times shit what it is
On God
We gon' camp in the bushes, that boy tryna come out, we doin' em bad, no cap
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
Flathead in my pocket what these niggas know bout a drill
I'm striking nigga I don't steal
You not tryna do it I will
I send them youngins tryna bomb and confirm that kill
I want me some money today, not tomorrow, nigga shit ain't promised, but I'm okay
I winning twin, what can I say?
And i'm in that box with luh spook, tryna make some shake
Locked in cant switch on my bae, im neighborhood hero, somebody come give me my cape
I'm just tryna get to my pape, shed blood for this shit, tryna ask a nigga, is he straight?
Luh Jo in the back and he hoppin' on feet, geek shit, tryna catch for a SRT
These f*ck niggas can't see me
On that young nigga shit, tryna dog your street
On gang
Hop out the whip, get nasty, nigga can't play wit luh anti, I'm hoppin' in traffic
I'm youngin pop the whip, get active
Come out two, three sticks, gotta hunnid some' rounds
I'm tryna take some' down, like blatt I'm tryna shootin' dem rounds
In the trap, I don moved a hunnid some' pounds
With luh wealth, yeah, Shawty just caught him a lick
We gon' hop out the box, black tape, real switch
We the real B hounds tryna flip some shit
With luh kilo, yeah, Shawty just caught the whip
You want beef, but Shawty ain't pop that shit
You want beef but shawty ain't pop that gun
He claim he a killer he ain't shot no one
With the $pinkrew bros we gon' get shit done
Got a 30 in my pants , I'ma pop my blick
On the east cant nan nigga take my shit
He trippin', my young nigga spin some shit
With luh kilo, we hittin' the trap he wit it
They don't like spinnin' wit me , I like spinnin' again
If you hang with the opps, then I shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at my friend
They trippin', they know I'ma shoot at it again
They know, nigga, 2times shit what it is
On God
We gon' camp in the bushes, that boy tryna come out, we doin' em bad, no cap
I can't go for nun , peso in the back, ski'd up, tryna take a nigga off the map
Omertà the drill, can't speak on wax
Snatch off in the cut, peel off in the back
Me and my partner, never gon' be broke, told twin let's do it, we made it for racks
Writer: Tyson Hughes
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid