Letras
I keep on tellin' you when (ah)
You don't come home from that town (blrrd, WhiteBoyMadeThis)
I will be keepin' you out (yeah, yeah, ayy, Jaaybo, Gzz)
You don't come home from that town (a-a-add it all)
Yeah, yeah
Relationship goals, when Nicky Jams, I still fuck with Drac'
Y'all bent my block just to die again, y'all must love the pain
The day that nigga fightin' for his life, that's when my guns gon' change
Said you ain't tryna pay but tryna-, ayy, what the fuck you say, but, look
Bet shit get spicy when we spin
Last time we hooped, somebody died, we finna slide through there again
Headtaps, Mitchell & Ness, I could put prices on your head
Thinkin' that demons real that's talkin' in my mind, but they dead, yeah
Ayy, Jaaybo, slow down the whip, let me hop out
5.56s out the Drac' took half his face for runnin' his mouth
Niggas go hibernate, they know not to come outside when we pop out
I've been spankin' shit since middle school, that's why I had to drop out
Uh, niggas keep makin' diss songs until we catch his ass
He got hit, now his T-shirt look like a maxi pad
He got hit before he checked, he was hollerin' and hoopin'
Don't know if it was me or Jaaybo because we both was shootin'
I think it was me that popped blood, but I can't tell you who it was
Walked up and, nevermind, say that, they might just come and lock me up (shh)
Don't say too much, niggas might tattletale what happened
Whatshisname ain't even make it back from school that day 'cause he was lackin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Every little step that I take, I Bobby Brown it
Jump out and put the switchy on a grown man because I'm childish
Yeah, I told you "Fuck your dead brother", the fuck this bitch gon' do about it?
I put them switchy things on human beings, I will never shoot up houses, Gzz
Walk up gang, we knock on doors and sit outside 'til they come out it
Opps done lost too many niggas, will they get even? Shit, I doubt it
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, that's the way that the switch sound
Five niggas hop out with ARP's and Dracs, nigga, get down
Heard he tripped and got ran down, nigga never should've stood up
Them niggas bap, the opps don't be outside, they really be put up
Niggas be cap, them niggas ain't never did nothin', they really some rappers for real
Soon as I hop out the booth, I'm lacin' my boots up and I'm back in the field
Yeah, and we done slid so many times you'd think the ground was ice
If I get the drop, I bet my opp be layin' on the ground tonight
Yeah, I took the switchy off my Glock then threw it back on, now it's soundin' right
TribeK, they out there on that block, I get 'em drowned by five
Yeah, yeah, mercenary from my section, I'm a G marine
I got great eyesight, walk up, I don't need the V
My bro gone, you don't know how much that GBG mean to me
It's not a .30 stick, it's a .22 but I keep him clean, Gzz