Letras
Sykes, Sykes
Play for keeps, stays in reach, GBH atleast
We ain't tryna make it sweet
Get the drop that's a blade and sweep
When we outside it's play for keeps, can't lack so it stays in reach
If we step then it's GBH atleast (atleast)
We ain't tryna squash it or make it sweet
Get the drop that's a blade and sweep
Just left up time and the statement's peak
I don't roll with security rather keep it tuck when I'm raving
None of my opps got immunity, coulda been HD cuff with these shavings
Red dot fuck all the scrutiny, I ain't gotta do too much when I'm aiming
Put smoke in the community, waps on sale I'm emptying my savings
Should have seen what I flew out the ride with
I went sharing drinks when I skied it
Nearly got a civilian, thought it was him, I got way too excited
Drastic kill, I should be indicted
Burn that drip that I went on a glide with
Now I'm on my G'd up fit looking stylish
Dial up gang like "Yo where you at bro?"
I just read up, rip out the plastic feeling like Latto
You know we stay G'd up
Me and H like Zk and Paco
Shh got got, but he didn't get back though
Play for keeps, you ain't got heat, stick to the facts bro
Everybody got waps, bro show me the waps that he copped
Show me the waps that you're shooting
I used to sleep with the .22 under my pillow
There was no way I was loosing
Way back when we didn't have no guns
I flip my knife out and I put it right through him
I ain't your average rapper, I do this
Wickedest aim when I step with Kush, I hit him with the gunshot that pussy was lacking
Angled my arm and watched them panic, we left the whole scene tragic
You're in for a shock if you think you could come to the Farm
You don't want this static
Numerous cries if I lift this 'matic, god damn it
Catch me in the ride, full clip on my nine, you know I'm getting rid of it
Fuck TP, Fuck N9, tryna find me some bigger fish
How's a man called Turner and ain't shot nobody
Ain't shot no one the other's side killing it, mazza
Might as well call myself a Glock9, and cop bro MAC-10 cah we really shot man's idiots
Dial up gang like "Yo where you at bro?"
I just read up, rip out the plastic feeling like Latto
You know we stay G'd up
Me and H like Zk and Paco
Shh got got, but he didn't get back though
Play for keeps, you ain't got heat, stick to the facts bro
The day I cheffed up (shh), I put the Ide in rideout
I had the young bros doing up bouncers, SJ alone done hand on the niners
Got a new piece, so right now it's only ride 'cause violent
Got the gangdem gliding post your sirens
Really had the ding-dong running up mileage
Four door taking up two lanes, really stuck pics to the wall with toothpaste
Shh got touched by a thing with the minimal teeth, did him like Blueface
The opp block's like my ABCs, I used to tour on HDC
Had a singer no 11 like KDB, had a bae GP, it always tape TP
You ever sampled a eight of each, I made a pound town way before Tay Keith
My life's like a movie I really been in waist deep
And if you held bine on the L, it will probably come from Rev, AB or me
Dial up gang like "Yo where you at bro?"
I just read up, rip out the plastic feeling like Latto
You know we stay G'd up
Me and H like Zk and Paco
Shh got got, but he didn't get back though
Play for keeps, you ain't got heat, stick to the facts bro
Play for keeps forever and always