{Hook} x2
My background, see Jakes, skate off
I ain’t tryna get a pat down
But let me bring the wap ’round
Squeeze off…’till I hear the sirens in the background
#ss up, hat down
I put that on rapid like I’m letting off a MAC round
U already know I crash clowns
Don’t be silly bare killy’s mans mans wrapped round
{Verse 1}
Shooter, put the magazine on it
Opp with it. rock with it, lean on it
Coke turned rock and they fiend on it
Spinners and Glocks whole team’s on it
Homeboys slip, got spreaded out
Left him drip, yeah he bleeded out
Done some shit. we can’t forget about
Get your wholе wig, lit at your bredrins house
Me? I just blamе the parents, misguided interference
Then they wanna cry at the wake
I got the plug tryna get it through clearance
Wisdom, expert, experience
Get work, network, I’m serious
Cute face, nice back I’m curious
Got brain, ’cause bae was on her period
Apologies If I’m too explicit
See I only talk it ’cause I live it
Had me in the box double digits
Seen a co-D turn into a witness
Seen besties beef over b#tches
Ever seen a pussio turn vicious? [Never
I’m still with the shooters and killers
And I don’t wanna hear I’m the realist
{Hook} x2
My background, see Jakes, skate off
I ain’t tryna get a pat down
But let me bring the wap ’round
Squeeze off…’till I hear the sirens in the background
#ss up, hat down
I put that on rapid like I’m letting off a MAC round
U already know I crash clowns
Don’t be silly bare killy’s mans mans wrapped round
{Verse 2}
Everyday I try to keep humble
But it’s tekkie in the concrete jungle
They’re like rumble, yumble, rumble
When I pop off the big thing they crumble
Sun Tzu, kick like Kung-Fu, mic check 1-2
All the girl I ran thru, look at what It’s come to
Still tryna build, catch me in the fields
Come and get your veg, giving out deals
Bought a new steel, Megatron gun
Extend the nose, If you ever want some
Had 2 Macs, we were so young
It’s like heavy metal when I press on that drum
Raised in the slums, came from the mud
All of them days, that I spent with the tugs
Fudge had the 9 mini Glock, and the snub
H boogieman, spoon the plug
Shug, Genna, bikes official
Tom was the first man, I see with the whistle
Tiny that’s Likkle Z with a pistol
Abdul Hack RIP clean through your tissue
Mouse, sikes, dish my right hand
Bare wag1’s but we know they don’t like man
It was all raged in the cage, and they lifed man
Yeah real bruddas, Muslims me and my gang!
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