Lyrics: Cristian Denis/Charles Lee Ray/Jemille Edwards
Music: Cristian Denis/Charles Lee Ray/Jemille Edwards
Go (Ryan, what took you so long?)
Go
Go (thank you, Timmy boy)
Okay, okay, Ughh
Chop givin' tummy tucks (grrah)
Now you look like Bandman (nigga, workin on they Bodies)
Pop a X, see a bitch start to swing, feel like Kankan (ayy, come here, bitch)
The shit I stuff inside this Black & Mild, you wouldn't dare try this shit
Two-twenty for a line of Tris, he ran that nigga, died a bitch
Real tweaker, see my man, I tweak, got a lil' ten with me (ayy, come here, come here)
She a devil in Prada, but like an angel, I told her come sin with me (sin with me, bae)
I'm tryna slide and catch me a face if I can't
Them boys gon' spin for me (them boys gon' spin for me)
The way I'm torchin' the whip, this a drop top, but it used to be a Jeep (ayy, come here, come here)
Multi-cal' AR shoot 5.56, right now it's .223s (okay)
Hawk him down like a dog chasin' a squirrel and leave him by the tree
I could make them boy turn on you for money, shit, they kill for free (they kill for free)
All I did was up about a dub and now they kill for me (nigga)
I can shoot and drive at the same time, but I just rap on beats
But ain't shit change, we still quick to suit up, we walk shit down on feet
The opps be mad we rich and still lay belt, new funeral every week
You could think my lil' Blood not on shit until he step back, blow his glee
Land M.I.A., pick up my Drac', tank top, Miami Heat
We give out smoke, this shit free, she suck dick and go out to eat
Foenem bail out on spank ass time, it's a headshot, he can't breathe
Think the last hit made the headline, it was dos niggas on the scene
Uh, late night, I use my beam, uh-uh, you cannot duck from me
Uh, Trackhawk got super kit, uh-uh, 12 can't get up on me (skrrt)
Uh, Crix said he want a Richard, went on a hunt, found like three
I make a dub in my sleep, so I blow thirty, that shit easy
ARPs and black Suburbans, I pop Percs, that's for my dinner (for my dinner)
I could feel it in my soul when death be callin', I'm a sinner (I'm a sinner)
I'm the one that's pushin' belt, I got my shooters uppin' hats (get him)
Puttin' wings on niggas, triple-red beam got switch attached (come here)
Thirty in it, I just popped a lot, we came back through the back (right through the back)
YBC gon' live through me, I swear I got my strings attached
How you stab dog in your back? You shakin' hands, got fingers crossed
'Til the day we run into each other, I'm gon' let it off, we meet again
Soldier man, that's why I live through my brother
Elegua gon' live through me and I go gone, live through my cutter (Elegua)
Sell his soul, they think it's butter, only one me, not another
I done came too far to give this shit away through pain and suffer (Elegua)
I swear to God, my shooter took your partner soul (took your partner soul)
You could break a bond, but you could never break the code
Box 'em in from three ways, it ain't no way to go
We done bumped the AK to penetrate his soul
Took your life, body, no body (Elegua)
I done looked in your eyes, I see nobody in it (nobody in it)
And I'm still posted in the trenches, got the junkie behind my back
The day that I got hit, my shooters caught a flight straight to the 'Raq, shoulder to lean on
I'm the one that they call for exceptions
Niggas tried to spin the block, we peeped the blitz and intercept it
When the block get a lil' hot that shit from us, what you expected?
6-7, why these niggas wanna rap? Like, huh?