Scyclone
We got Scyclone on the track (Ya’ dig?)
We in this b#tch piped up
b#tch I’m geeked out
Pop me a pill when I’m in my feels
Too many percs I cannot feel
My n#gg#s whipping pounds on the scale
I really shoot to kill
Get in the way you get spilled
Hope he ain’t talkin’ he get drilled
Then his b#tch finna’ get filled
She run up hit it from the back
Two percs now I’ma spazz
Fat wood full of the gas
Cavalier I’m doing the dash
Too drowsy I might crash
f#ck it I get to the cash
Get to the bag get to it fast
2g’s in my blunt thats gas
Ayy n#gg# pull up I’m lettin’ it go
He cause’ I’m f#ckin’ his hoe
In my cup it’s codeine thats a fo’
I just put 2gs in a blunt woah
n#gg#s ain’t tough they dont need smoke f#ck that
Choppa on me I’ma run that (Doom, Doom, Doom)
How that gun clap
f#ck that b#tch i won’t miss her
Get her out dismissal
I might just bust a nut on her nipple
Choppa eatin’ these n#gg#s like kibble
Ain’t no BBall but I’ma dribble
Yo’ b#tch loving the percs she sniffle
I’m in the studio making a banger
Look in the mirror I see a stranger
Two revolvers on me how I feel like a ranger
You f#cking with me you in danger
I bought the Audi, you bought the ranger
Yo’ b#tch on the percs i think they changed her
Sky walking in this b#tch like i’m Anakin
Im fresh to death b#tch i feel like a mannequin
f#ck is you talking ’bout p#ss#
You ain’t on sh#t
.40 is hot its packin
I get my bag then i get my racks in
If i catch him lacking I’m making him dance no Michael Jackson
Put you on the news, no broadcasting
‘556 leave you gaspin’
On this trigger I’m grasping
With this metal we get to clashin’
You dying you passing
On yo b#tch #ss cheeks i’m clapping
That b#tch love when i’m tapping
In south prov we was trapping
Yo’ body packaged like the bricks i’m wrapping
I could talk in this b#tch and it still be slapping
Man, look at this swagger
Thought that was yo’ b#tch but I bagged her
Try to flex get bagged up
Put yo’ flag up
If a n#gg# buck he get blacked up
If a n#gg# knuck he get smacked up
I’m not yo boy don’t try to dap up
All you talk about is cap bruh
You left yo mans behind tell him catch up
Finna spill his sh#t like it ketchup
He talkin sh#t bring my led up
This a big drum it won’t let up
They movin to slow so I sped up
Give that boy a hospital visit
Need a check up n#gg# Re-Re
He a sped bruh
Me and Gucci to fast they can’t catch us
These n#gg#s mad we makin bread yuh
These boys p#ss# they dread us
Slash mans neck we behead him
Get to close these bullets newly wed him
You wasn’t laughing when your boy bled cuh
Shouldn’t said what he said son
We don’t do no internet leave him on read bruh
He jus trifling to get a reaction
Me and CJ boutta blow getting traction
Run up on me this Glock does subtraction
‘223 leave you in the past tense
Pull up wit yo’ b#tch in the aston
Im good thanks for asking
I’m on yo’ #ss there ain’t relaxing
Choppa on me it get to blasting
f#cking with me there ain’t no lasting
Uh, this choppa sight red
We gon’ catch you when that light red
Leave a n#gg# brain wet
Now the n#gg# brain dead
Forgot the bulletproof
So we sent them bullets through
Up the clip then the bullets flew
Yeah we hit his whole crew
My chains too sick like the flu
Ask yo’ b#tch what the Perc do
Then I pour a 4 of Tec’ in my Mountain Dew
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