Текст песни
Intro (Nyce Da Future)
You Know the vibes nigga
Yeah
Ay yo
Verse 1 (Nyce Da Future)
This remind me of a Mexican standoff, cut your hand off
Tan Porsche, windows down, he ran off
My boys man, they with the shit, they knock the grams off
Your mans soft, I cook him for free, now get the Spam sauce
Bitch I make it hot like Saharan sand in that caravan
Always stay ready to shoot, call me the cameraman
Straight action movie my nigga, when the llama bam
Extendo on the handle, more clips than a banana stand
Man to man, you can't fuck with me, you ain't built for it
Hesitate when you draw pistols, niggas get killed for it
So much money stashed in the trap we make stilts for it
Cross the team boy, it's cool, you get the drill for it, yeah
Cause this a secret society, guns, we got variety, fake shit don't apply to me
I told you I'm a contract killer, the streets hire me
We them front row boys, I'm reppin' until they retire me
Verse 2 (G4 JAG)
Imagine coming out the mud, to nothing but a pack of drugs
Fifty blam, you move on me, I bet that shit is backing up
Niggas who had started this race is somehow in the back of us
Cause I'm trappin', Motel six or if it's the Radisson
It's real time, sweat, tears and blood, I'm still gonna spill mine
You ain't get the signal, I can still send out a kill sign
Couple niggas really surviving and you still gonna feel mine
Put you under the ring if you talking real fire
Spent five racks on Balenci' jackets that's half denim
We made a ten piece on the side street with the pack with em
Running around the fours with the thirty eight, nigga Ahk get em
So fuck a bar, it's authenticity, if you even rap with em
Prices i your value when you live the shit you live about
I tried to work, I ended up with a scale, ain't no different route
It's pussy niggas hating, I ain't never even met
But they mad when they check the search history inside they bitch's house