Lyrics

Yeah, we put corn in clips How many times did we take them trips I was walking around with the .38 spinner How many times did I take that risk How many times did they shoot and miss How many times did they touch civilians They try rap and claim that shit How many lives have been taken shit How many times have we taped out strips How many bells did I have in the chamber and that pussy hole still got hit How many mashes done got gripped How many times did we lurk with things How many times did I beg my friend again and again To drop me that stick, I got it and he saw what I did Since then it's never left my hip I put rambo blades in chests I put flick knives straight in necks With a wap, I'll aim for your head If you see me, you're looking at death I'm not scared, they are looking at there mates Likes who's getting taken next You'll really don't wanna meet your end Nigga don't slip before you meet your friends And it's real talk, I don't need to pretend I don't play fair, man play with skengs And I've been crashing corn and that paigon dem Anywhere goes they know, broad day still scoring goals When I get round with smoke I ain't tryna hear you ain't involved You'll never take that risk Sit back laugh with the gang How they rap when they ain't on piss Niggas wanna talk about riding Whole day tryna tape off strips No face, no case, no witness No case, no trace, no prints You'll never take that risk You'll never take that risk Sit back laugh with the gang How they rap when they ain't on piss Niggas wanna talk about riding Whole day tryna tape off strips No face, no case, no witness No case, no trace, no prints You'll never take that risk All sorts of violence Anywhere goes, that's broad day knifings I'm the type to see that opp on the main road And still on sight him (I don't give a fuck) If you slip get drilled, man will double tap with the steel Man can't talk about gang Cause' we've been around there bares And I ain't gotta talk, we banged These niggas, they're making me sick How are they still posting vids, they ain't on shit I remember it was me, M and Shortz in the ride, two loaded sticks Lucky that the ting there jammed (Fuck sake) Same way it jammed on Prez Shit then I blame that skeng 'cause that would've been two dead Way before I hit mans head They talk 'bout 7, it's 7 or nothin' I ain't got love for the 6 They sneak diss, talking 'bout bitches But we do drills and we on this ting (Gaza) And we do this proper, still might jerk me a shotter Bradley already got bunned And now I'm tryna corn his brudda (Word) You'll never take that risk Sit back laugh with the gang How they rap when they ain't on piss Niggas wanna talk about riding Whole day tryna tape off strips No face, no case, no witness No case, no trace, no prints You'll never take that risk You'll never take that risk Sit back laugh with the gang How they rap when they ain't on piss Niggas wanna talk about riding Whole day tryna tape off strips No face, no case, no witness No case, no trace, no prints You'll never take that risk
Writer(s): Mozis P.aduu, Lekan Akinsoji, Marcellus Martin Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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