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Uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, knock one out, shouldn't have got caught slippin'
We just bought more chops and a few new
Glocks, tryna put new B's on them bitches
Must ain't heard 'bout the last nigga
That we caught, conduct them switches
I go to jail, then I'm makin' my bail
Told bae hit the stash and come and get me
Yeah, uh, bond money good, I ain't doin' no sittin'
First nigga caught when I spin that block
I'ma drop my mask and bail out blickin'
Runnin' from who? Man, these niggas be trippin'
Fell on his face when the Drac' had tripped him
What happened to shh? Caught his ass and blitzed him
Tried clappin' his mans when I spinned, but missed him
We shot some niggas we ain't even know, but we ain't
Even care 'cause they shouldn't have been with him
I get the call that my dog in the cell and he
Can't make his bail, then I'm comin' to get him
If you ain't get shot, then you ain't get caught
We put opps in the grave and some in the 'spital
I swear I was totin' on shit way bigger
Than me, want B's ever since I was little
Yeah, uh, nigga, fuck rap, still spinnin' and drillin'
Signed me a deal, but I'm still in the field
Can't leave just yet 'cause the smoke ain't finished
Bibby and Dank keep callin' my phone
They mad as hell I won't leave the trenches
I'ma known face, tryna catch me a face
If the car ain't tinted, I can't get in it
Yeah, uh, bang them T's, double T with a A
What the fuck is that? Nigga, TTA
Even though I got pape', still'll come through with Drac'
We shoot to kill, nigga, STK
See an opp while we ride, still'll stomp on the brakes
Catch an opp tryna hustle, he died with his plate
Dumbass tried to tussle, got shot in his face
Yeah, uh, SRT Hellhound, hit the gas, make it shake
Put a B on the Glock, then we throw it in the lake
Send me a drop and I slid, I ain't wait
Caught him outside, must've thought it was safe
Shot at the crowd tryna work on my aim
They told him to get up, he yellin' he can't
Slid over his ass and I told him he ain't
Run with the reaper, no, I ain't a saint
Catch a B in a Jeep, then I fly to LA
Probably move out the hood, get a spot in the A
Murder the opps, bury more than eight
Bulletproof truck, bitch, built like a tank
Roll up the opps, so we pour 'em in drank
Caught me a uh in the streets, got rank
Lil' bro on the add, I can tell by his face
Yeah, uh, bail out drenched, he run, we chase
Brrt, baow, switches, Drac', niggas
Duckin' and runnin' all over the place
Dead-ass opps, ain't shit they can say
Had to switch up my spot, heard they know where I lay
'Posed to be in the hills, but the hood where I stay
Body for body, we want more brains
Yeah, uh, blew up on rap, must've thought I was finished
Flew to LA with Bibby and Dank, came
Back to the hood and I kept on spinnin'
Opps keep changin' they blocks and duckin'
They tops, but we just gon' keep on bendin'
Niggas be gangsta online and lyin' on crimes
We the ones who causin' the killings
I ain't been takin' this rap shit serious
Enough 'cause I got a habit of drillin'
Still been patchin' the opps and spinnin' they
Blocks like I ain't finna be worth millions
Neighborhood hero, I'm savin' the day, but
You know I still get love from the villains
Still want opp niggas dead, can't do it myself
I'll pay for the head, start spinnin'
All my niggas demons, we leave shit bleedin', my mama say I need Jesus
Opp nigga died and they bitch-ass cried
Nigga, that's what he get, haha, we teasin'
Leave shit dead and the reason they grievin'
Knew he was dead 'fore they did 'cause I seen it
Love me in Saks and they love me in Neimans
Scared to go to church, better go see a deacon
My brother, nigga
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
TTSTK, nigga, you know, fuck the opps crazy, nigga, you know that