Dari
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamil Pandey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Flame Flowers
Producer
Lirik
I got my **** outside and we ready to ride
Is you ready to die
I got like two .223s and a 40 beside
Hollow clips end your life
Red dot know the beam is a definite sign
In back of the whip yeah we stashing shit
Hop out that shit and I'm back in this bitch
I wanna
I wanna uh
I wanna shoot
I can't duck
Pop out and uh
Pop out with knocks
I got a stitch in your cut
Shawty gon rock
She wanna pop
The block it get hot
No I can't stop
I'm on a roll
My **** we aim for they tops
We on a hunt
**** you done
Get ready to run
We out fasho
This shit ain't a joke
My **** get ready to go
I know
I know
I know who to trust
My **** just stick to the code
Lil mama don't go
Cuz I'll fuck with you
As long as you don't ever fold
Ahhh
Like damn
I wanna
I wanna uh
I wanna shoot
I can't duck
Shawty gon rock
She wanna pop
The block it get hot
Like what
Like damn
My **** the block it get hot
Know I grew up round the knocks
Some of my **** they told me
Just cool on the hots
Fuck with a **** get pop
And I want the smoke
Im sayin this shit not a joke
Pop out its coast to coast
Young **** been dreaming
That one day I'll hop in a ghost
Hop inna coup
Designer I want Evisu
You know the shoes Jimmy Choo
Dior on my body
Shawty gon call me a thotty
But she wanna fuck on the troops
**** who you
You tried to diss on the deads
Now you gon get wings pretty soon
I might catch a homie
Hollows they might fill your body
And you know I came wit my goons
I wanna
I wanna uh
I wanna pop out with beams
Green and red lights on the scene
You know I uh
You know I came with my team
Knew them all before the teens
Before thirteen
**** was tryna be seen
Teacher was crushing them dreams
I told em fuck it
Ion know what give up mean
I gotta get to the bag
When I said that
I knew I wanted the racks
Finish a puff then I pass
Smokin on Marley
I shot the sheriff deadass
Revenge all over body
Ion like shorty cuz
She was all talk so I passed
**** he outside but snitching
Shot at your biscuit
Imma just 24 hip it
Shoot at my muddy I'll risk it
You sent off five
So I send back ten
I'm not missing
**** who shot ya
He dissing
Lil homies with it
Hit em up twice for the mission
No biggie
He fucked up
We spliff him
No big decision
**** that just how it go
We ain't with them
Written by: Jamil Pandey