Yea, Yea Look
Boy f#ck what you talkin’ bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this b#tch, chalk ’em out, lets put one on a stretcher
sh#t get gangster, demons all around, they itchin’ for to catch ’em
When them shots let off, they walk ’em down, can’t get up they won’t let ’em
What you talkin’ bout, what you really on?
I dont know you, n#gg#s p#ss#, who you dissin’ on?
I’ll show you, you a p#ss#, put that glizzy on ’em
Ain’t no duckin’, we can roll, do this sh#t how you wanna
Ain’t no runnin’ we can rock out
Turn this b#tch to our way, catch a opp, and pull a Glock out
n#gg#s ain’t my opps, they just be hatin’ cause I popped off
Guess they want attention like them b#tches let them shots off
And I bet hе get dropped off
In the caskеt, youngin flashin’ out
Lil one want a body, roll ’em up and pluck the ashes out
b#tch get out yo’ body, open fire, take the savage route
If you scared, don’t come outside, we passin’ caskets out
It go fee-fi-fo-fum
All these shooters down to ride
Out they mind, it’s really dumb
We gone slide, can’t let that slide
That’s not a option where we from
Catch me in the trenches, I’m surrounded by the gun, way too many guns
Inhaling all this smoke, cough out ya lungs n#gg#
Thats my {?} n#gg# play we gone have fun with ’em
They don’t like it cause we thuggin and we countin skrilla
I ain’t beefin’ with no p#ss#, boy you not a killa
Look
Boy f#ck what you talkin’ bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this b#tch, chalk ’em out, let’s put one on a stretcher
sh#t get gangster, demons all around, they itchin’ for to catch ’em
When them shots let off, they walk ’em down, can’t get up they won’t let ’em
What you talkin’ bout?, what you really on?
I dont know you, n#gg#s p#ss#, who you dissin’ on?
I’ll show you, you a p#ss#, put that glizzy on ’em
Ain’t no duckin’, we can roll, do this sh#t how you wanna
n#gg# how you want it? , we can roll, I’ma dive
Put me in the ocean, let ’em try, he gone die
Put that boy in motion, we gone ride, grab that fi’
Shoot at yo opponent, I see no opponents
This sh#t can’t be televised, f#ck the five-o’s
Screaming f#ck the other side, cause that’s what I know
I won’t beef about no b#tch, sh#t I just can’t go
f#ck I look like arguing ’bout a stank hoe
Hit her on this right note, she gone scream
Make her holla, hit a high note
Bad b#tch, but I still treat her like a side hoe
Down b#tch, she still gone drive it while we slidin’ thru
n#gg#s hidin’ too
What you hidin’ for?, come outside
I was tryna catch ’em out in Houston, get ’em hogtied
Hit ’em with that tool, take his soul, and leave his mouth wide
But n#gg#s they athletic when them shots fired, they gone run
Boy f#ck what you talkin’ bout, we really bout whatever
Slang this b#tch, chalk ’em out, let’s put one on a stretcher
sh#t get gangster, demons all around, they itchin’ for to catch ’em
When them shots let off, they walk ’em down, can’t get up they won’t let ’em
What you talkin’ bout?, what you really on?
I dont know you, n#gg#s p#ss#, who you dissin’ on?
I’ll show you, you a p#ss#, put that glizzy on ’em
Ain’t no duckin’, we can roll, do this sh#t how you wanna
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