Lyrics: Tim Atobatele
Music: Tim Atobatele
Woah, woah, woah
Oh, that's how y'all feel?
Okay
Keep that same energy
Woah, woah, yeah
Woah, yeah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah
N!ggas go to switchin' sides, b!tches go to switchin' sides
My lil' brother walkin' on crutches, but he still a ride
I can't find the words to describe what I feel inside
Go against the gang, you ain't heard, that's like suicide
Pillar box, grab a Glock, spare a block, that's how we slide
Spin that b!tch again n!gga, we don't care 'bout who done died
Go to war with everybody if my crew decide
Ain't no f**kin' middle n!gga, better chose a side
No respect for Instagram gangsters, gotta tag some
He was talkin' crazy, caught him lackin' at a gas pump
Start a war, then hide in the house, you get your man slumped
Shots out the Draco, ain't no chaser, got his ass drunk
Every time my voice come on the beat, that sh!t got mad bump
Nudy smokin' fetus funk, check the score, they ass skunk
Headshot his four hit lung, flip the switch, n!gga dumb
4L love me, they protect me, secret service like I'm Trump
You can feel my presence before I came in the building
I'ma put some condos in my hood, I get a billion
Lost my right hand and my arms and it killed me
Wash away the trauma with the drugs, but I need therapy
My daddy broke my momma heart, why she carry me?
I don't respect him enough to even ask him for the clarity
I just want my girl to hold me down and not embarrass me
Treat me how you treat your Birkin bags, baby, cherish me
You heard I don't like you n!gga, now you wanna blast me
If you was a man, you would've had the balls to ask me
I want everybody on, I don't care 'bout who pass me
Knowin' if I turn my back, you probably still gon' stab me
I ain't wanna jump inside the streets, but they grabbed me
Know you want me back, but b!tch, you played me when you had me
Gotta make it home, I got some people call me daddy
They depend on me, that's why I bulletproof the Caddy
Take a couple Ms, put 'em in a safe
Then I took my brothers and put 'em all in place
I know n!ggas envy I know n!ggas hate
Shots out the Draco, put 'em in his face
When it come to smoke, I'm givin' what they take
I freed up my calendar, n!gga pick a date
Got a lot to lose, tryin' not to bite the bait
When it's up, it's up, it ain't never for debate
Kid Hazel on the beat
AK, double clip, one in the tip whenever I slide
He exposed his hand talkin' to hoes, we killed two of his guys
I had a load of Reggie, but it was a drought, so n!ggas gon' buy it
You really feel like I'm psexy?
I stay in the street, n!gga, come on and try it
Remember them days we were strugglin', hard times, my momma would cry
I got off my ass, I hit me a lick for a hunnid, then wiped her eye
I'm Slaughter Gang, n!gga, I slaughter your daughter, you go against me, you gon' die
I'm a God fearin' man but for my brother
I get on that stand and lie
Scrape the pot, wiggle that fork 'til it lock
Wiggle that fork 'til it lock
Trappin' with no pistol?
Get the f**k off of the block
Get the f**k off of the block
Sleepin' with my MAK-90, I fell in love with the star
I fell in love with the star
N!gga, I cut my sister off, I catch her talkin' to opps
I catch her talkin' to the opps
I'll go do a whole elbow 'fore I sit down with the cops
'Fore I sit down with the cops
My auntie ask for some money but she back to smokin' on rocks
She back to smokin' on rocks
I don't never have my hand, I don't never raw dawg thots
I don't never raw dawg thots
They need the coroner, body bag, and a detective when I throw shots
Big smoke, big smoke
I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin' on 'em
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed
Lamborghini, Perc', chinchilla fur
Ice on brr, drank got me slurred
But this Honda curve, cost a half a bird
Say you from the street, n!gga who ya serve?
21 Bandit, strip you out your panties
Glock, it don't jammin'
Keep a Nick Cannon
I don't pop Xannies
Draco turnt up
He ridin' d**k, fanny
Tryna get a candid
Love left me damaged, can't trust my own family
On a home invasion, this n!gga froze panicked
That .44 came in handy, I shot up out the jammy
They took him to the station, I think he finna stand me
I'm known to get some straightenin' 'bout all my smoke, n!gga
'Bout all my smoke, n!gga
Clutchin' and Cali Red, smokin' on a Port, n!gga
Smokin' on a Port, n!gga
I done sold mid and gas, I probably served your folks, n!gga
I probably served your folks, n!gga
I used to sell dry wall when I ain't have d0pe, n!gga
When I ain't have d0pe, n!gga
Gamblin' in the hallway, posted on Parkway
He was talkin' that rah-rah sh!t, he got hit broad day
I ain't tryna fist fight none of you n!ggas, straight to the gunplay
I got engaged to the streets, dawg the six my fiancΓ©
This Saint Laurent ain't even came out yet, it's still on the runway
I told my opps this sh!t 4L, they gonna die one day
Better take your a*s inside the house, and do what your mom say
You f**kin' with the wrong photographer, you gon' be on the front page
Big smoke, big smoke
I'm givin' out big smoke, big smoke
Got a whole lot of big smoke, big smoke
Ain't no runnin' from this big smoke, big smoke
Bullets rainin' on 'em
Busta Rhymes, flip mode, who you tellin' on?
Desert Eagle, big holes, and they comin' for him
Shoot out all your windows, he moved to California
Ambulance tried to save him, they was disappointed