Kan't Lack

Like, what? Aah (Kaysan) Grrah (Luca on the track) Every opp shot (AyoSam) Aah All them niggas don't know what we do They should know that we up it and boom With the Makk's and we shakin' the room Couldn't fuck with OYz, niggas don't be in tune Pipe the duecey, knock him out his shoes He can get shot if that lil' nigga "Move Look" All the opps never saw niggas too shook (grrah, grrah) Should stop all the cappin', go and pick a tool up (aah) I can't lack with this shit on my waist Sendin' shots to the 8 and the Gates Run down shoot a nigga in his face I'ma put a nigga in his place And no, I'm not feeling niggas energy (at all, at all) Niggas talk up but never did shit to me Brand new .40 take him out his misery I'm a stepper, all these niggas kids to me (aah) I got TG wit' me we go 3 for 3 (like, what?) Got a bitch eatin' up in the BnB (grrah-grrah, boom) Niggas ask what I smoke and it's D&D (like, what?) All black for the drill they ain't seeing me (grrah) If it's up then it's stuck ain't no coppin' plea's Riding dirty we ain't stoppin' for the D's (like, grrah) We be spinning and bendin' through niggas P's (grrah-grrah) Tryna put the oppositions on a tee (aah) And this shit on my pocket it's not on my hip I been waitin' for niggas to slip I'ma get to dumpin' out the clip Bullets gon' hit him make that nigga flip I'ma keep on spinnin' with the tints Hoppin' out tryna hit him in his shit Since a youngin' been taking that risk (on bro) I'm outside tryna make a new spliff I'ma watch him, bro spot him Opps makin' songs but they really not flocking Nigga let me know if it's a problem 'Cause my niggas will solve it See a opp? Better aim at your target And my demons gon' spin it regardless 5th to the Sev' all my niggas is heartless Let me get the drop and I'ma spark 'em Oh, she a thot? She gettin' lit She a baddie she shaking her hips Big knock, don't run in this bitch Got a beam and a switch with a drum on the blick, like Eat it up she go dumb on that dick I'ma fuck from the back, make her raw from the dick Oh it's a party? Let's make it lit Opp's in the Molly, totin' the spliff, like All them niggas don't know what we do They should know that we up it and boom With the Makk's and we shakin' the room Couldn't fuck with OYz, niggas don't be in tune Pipe the duecey, knock him out his shoes He can get shot if that lil' nigga "Move Look" All the opps never saw niggas too (grrah, grrah) Should stop all the cappin', go and pick a tool up (aah) Grrah, grrah-grrah boom Every opp shot Like aah, like aah What the fuck? Like, everything dead (aah) Like, ayo Kaysan, we got us another one And I stay with my knocker, I ain't doing no one on one's Grrah, grrah-grrah boom Every opp shot, ahh Like, what? (Kaysan) Grrah (Luca on the track) AyoSam (Every opp shot) (Everything dead)