They mad cause I really rap They want me get on drill music, I ain't feelin' that
They mad cause I really rap They want me get on drill music, I ain't feelin' that
But they say everybody into that We don't speak up on no opps or where we bending at
Foreign cars we push your ceiling back
If they ever spin on us, they know we spinning back
He filled with holes like a tennis rack Tired of pussy niggas talkin' like they with
It on the internet (Gang) Tell all the oppas back down
Brody hit him in his head, he wear a hat now, Oh he a shooter? but in school he was a class clown
Your favorite rapper, he a pussy, check his
Background They say everybody day coming
Who the fastest in your squad? I'm tryna chase something
If you feel some type of way, then nigga say something
So many sticks, you would've thought it was a K dumping
How the fuck they ain't sayin' I'm the hottest? I done gave y'all every flow, dog
I'm really bein' honest when I slide I don't shoot out of cars, I'm gettin
Violent See, I'm really tryin' to live, I'm tired
Of fuckin' survivin' But it's war and I ain't coppin' out
Get to Addy, I'm gon' show up to his mama house Like, what's the drama about
Neck be snappin' off the percs from Mami Annie house
Bro got locked up for a body, I can't bond him out
We finish where it started at Heard he died right on his block, that's why
They call him that I'm just trollin', I ain't really play a part
In that I done fell in love with Glocks and got my
Heart attached I got my heart screamin', fuck your man from
All of us We smokin' shhhh out the pack, he don't hit
Hard enough We smokin' shhh out the pack, that's why
My guard is up Caught him chillin' in the car, that's when
We parked it up Clean the garbage up, walk inside Bucks
And fuck the party up Disrespect us, you gon' have to give your
Carti up And I got my Glock right on the party bus
Im with Twan, we out New York, like we bout to fuck the garden up
Look, on some real shit, I'm not the type to speak on beef
On some real shit, we beefin' with niggas from down the street
Me and bro tryna hit a new nigga like Every Week
Almost had a op, but he was too fast up on his feet
Do this for Pop, do this for Leem, do this for Leek
Cause I know if I was gone then they'll do it for me
And I don't even want no check, I'm tryna do it for free
Said, I don't even want no check, I'm tryna do it for free
Hold up, Shere be trippin', he get busy off the high tech
He left the city, that's the reason he ain't die yet
I don't wanna hear that shit if it ain't direct
Free the guys, one come home and another one gettin' processed
I know killers who don't even got a gram (REAL KILLERS)
Kale be drawin' shit, he always tryna dance
Hit your block, spin it like a ceiling fan
All these sticks, all these drums, get to bangin' like a band
They mad cause I really rap
They want me get on drill music, I ain't feelin' that
But they say, everybody into that
We don't speak up on no opps or when we bending at
Foreign cars, we push your ceiling back
If they ever spin on us, they know we spinnin' back
He filled with holes like a tennis rack
Tired of pussy niggas talkin' like they with it on the internet