Categoria: Rap

[Verse]
Uh, knock one off, shouldn’t get caught slippin’ (Rrah)
We just bought more chops, and a few new Glocks, tryna put new beams on them bitches (Rrah)
Must’ve ain’t heard ‘bout the last nigga that we caught, ffdd-ffdd, conduct them switches (Rrah)
I go to jail, then I’m makin’ my bail, told bae, “Hit the stash, and come and get me” (Huh)
Yeah, uh, ball, money good, I ain’t doin’ no sittin’ (Uh-huh)
First nigga caught when I spin that block (Rrah), I’ma drop my mask and bail out blickin’ (Ff-ff-ff)
Runnin’ from who? Man, these niggas be trippin’
Fell on his face (Pew) when the Drac’ hat tricked him (Pew)
What happened to—? (Shh), caught his ass, then blitzed ‘em
Tried clappin’ his mans when I spinned, but missed ‘em
We shot some niggas we ain’t even know (Rrah), but we ain’t even care, ‘cause they shouldn’t’ve been with ‘em (Pew-pew)
I get the call to my dog in the cell (Pew), if he can’t make his bail, then I’m comin’ to get ‘em (Uh)
If you ain’t get shot, then you ain’t get clapped (Rrah), we put opps in the grave, miss somethin’, then spittle
I swear I was totin’ on shit way bigger than me, won’t beat his ass, since I was little
Yeah, uh (Pew), nigga, fuck rap (Pew, pew), still spinnin’ and drillin’
Sign me a deal, but I’m still in the field (Pew), can’t leave just yet, ‘cause the smoke ain’t finished
Bibi and Dank keep callin’ my phone (Pew), they mad as hell I won’t leave the trenches (Pew)
I’m in North Face, tryna catch me a face, if the car ain’t tinted, I can’t get in it (Pew)
Yeah (Rrah), uh, bang them tees, double T with a A, what the fuck is that?
Nigga, TTA even know I got pape’ (Pew), still come through with Drac’ (Pew, pew)
We shoot to kill, nigga, ST-K (Pew), nigga, see an opp while we ridin’, still’ll stomp on the brakes (Rrah)
Catch a opp tryna hustle, he died with his [?] (Pew), dumb-ass tried to tussle, got shot in his face (Pew, pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah, uh (Pew), SRT, hear the growl, hit the gas, make it shake
Put a beam on the Glock, then we threw it in the lake (Uh)
Send me a drop, and I slid (Uh), I ain’t waitin’
Caught ‘em outside, must’ve thought it was safe (Pew)
Shot at the crowd, tryna work on my aim (Pew)
They told him to get up, he yellin’ he can’t (Pew)
Stood over his ass, and I told him he ain’t (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
Run with the reaper, no, I ain’t a saint
Catch a B in a G, then I fly to LA (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Prolly move out the hood, get a spot in the A (Rrah)
Murder opps, bury more of the eight
Bulletproof truck, bitch built like a tank (Huh)
Roll up the opps, or we pour ‘em in drank (Tss)
Call me a— (Uh), in the streets, got rank
Lil’ bro on the Add’, I could tell by his face (Rrrah)
Yeah, uh, bailout drench, he run, we chase
Brrt, bah, switches, Drac’
Niggas duckin’ and runnin’ all over the place (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Dead-ass opps, sayin’ shit they can say (Pew)
Had to switch up my spot, heard they know where I lay (Pew-pew)
‘Posed to be in the hills, but the hood where I stay (Pew)
Body-for-body, we want more brains (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Yeah (Pew), uh (Pew), blew up a wrap, must’ve thought I was finished
Flew to LA with Bibi and Dank, came back to the hood, and I kept on spinnin’ (Damn)
Opps keep changin’ they blocks (Pew), and duckin’ they tops, but we just gon’ keep on bendin’ (Pew-pew)
Niggas be gangster online, they lyin’ on crimes, we the ones who causin’ the killings (Pew)
I ain’t been takin’ the rap shit serious enough (Uh-uh), ‘cause I got to have at the drillin’ (Uh)
Still been patchin’ the opps, and spinnin’ they blocks, it’s like I’m ain’t finna be worth millions (The fuck?)
Neighborhood hero, I’m savin’ the day, but you know I still get love from the villains (Pew)
Still want opp niggas dead (Pew), can’t do it myself (Pew), I paid for the Hats start spinnin’ (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
All my niggas demons, we leave shit bleedin’ (Pew), my mama say I need Jesus (Pew-pew-pew-pew)
Opp nigga died, and they bitch-ass cried (Pew), nigga, that’s what he get, ah-ha, we teasin’ (Pew)
Leave shit dead, and the reason they grievin’
Knew he was dead ‘fore they did, ‘cause I seen it (Pew-pew)
Love me a Saks, and I love me a Neiman’s
Scared go to church, better go see a deacon