Olympics

Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran Yeah the nings watch me but I'm watching back Gotta off this, rack Gotta flip like a hundred bags Gotta win so this gun gets dacked Gotta get a shiv Gotta get the strap If he in my ends then he gotta get taxed I don't give a fuck if it's beans or it's crack Ketamine got that muscle relax Amphetamine do the opposite of that All my opps get smashed If he talk to police then the cunt gets clapped If he want beef then I'm ordering that like Rest In Peace little dog, little rat Don't run up in the T Coz I got a stick thats as long as a bat I'm running these streets My runners on the streets Get it clean and they get it out bashed It's fuck the police Yeah the Ds can't keep me from flipping these packs Yeah I seen what a real loving family was like But they were gone by the time I was grown So I gotta ensure that my little gs bring them racks back home They tap my phone Get them Ps and wrap them Os 'til the PO close Call me Al Capone Now I'm grown I don't give a fuck what police might know Get a warrant Bitch I'ma keep making all these deposits Yeah I ball so hard I'ma keep a four fiff and about 2k in my wallet At all times They capping Say they're a big fish in this pond but they small time I feed thousands So my soldiers are back selling crack on the frontline Secure the bag and count it Keep up your guard Catch em like punchlines We get down we get rowdy You know my time is money and trappers ain't got time Yeah I've done time twice But i had to keep trapping Got mine, now I'm on track He can't play me twice Coz he ain't coming back if he play me once That's facts We got glock 19s In messenger bags Til my opps get even the 45 has every right to brag When she puff that bag of the green that's the best she's had Yeah I know you're a queen but bitch you gotta pay for these grams Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran You'll get the V.I.P seat bitch Watch me kill a man On the gang If they talk to constables We love to let it bang Bang Bang You a bitch you a mutt You're a dog you're a stain Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran Now it's a hundred percent He won't be letting down another friend again Fuck em Didn't know you could run like that while ducking That's sweet If he talk to the Sergeant he's lunch meat Yeah the paperwork said What the paperwork said So they caught him in his lungs he's Gasping for air right now He's scared right now That's a tight little pussy Open him up Bullet holes in his Giorgio Armani My sidey Brought my sidepiece in so I got him at the party He can't even move right now And it's 3 months later he's poor on the recovery Soldier? Ha My Mummy was stronger So get out that bed And get in that stroller You'll walk again When you get older 100% You'll be a loner I'm popping Champs For all of my bruvas that kept their composure You're alone again I stuck to the script, now these bitches are posters Smoke weed on the sofa I'm puffing this shit, coz it's shit being sober He run like the Olympics He keeping his distance it isn't Corona Too many numerous drillings Too many killings Viva La Coca She just moved to the Coast She wanna top me she wan get with the culture He moved far away But lucky for me I got killers all over Shoot from far away Walk up, he's pleading he's bleeding it's over When she taste that cocaine flake that's the best she's had Yeah I know you're a babe but bitch you gotta pay for these grams Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran Girl You get to watch a homicide from the front side of the van On the gang I was in the frontline taking my aim like You a bitch you a mutt You're a dog you're a stain Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran Something like the Olympics, the way that he ran