Lyrics

This is not a test This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual event The events will begin momentarily, in just one minute Too tact, can't lack, like He try to run put the beam on his back Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked Spin through tryna flock at a hat And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas Hop out tryna click on his mans Put the heat on his face like a tan We got drums and them sticks like a band Hella guns like the navy Smoke Gpop got me feelin' lazy Sparkin' from deep bitch I shoot like i'm KD Roll a opp then I fuck on this lady Niggas be cappin' they never outside On the block it's just me and the guys Stay with a stick you would've thought I was blind Tried to run he got hit in his spine Spin through put the dot on his face Oot at his feet watch him pick up the pace Like, Lotti and Rah got me laced Bitch when I bend I ain't leavin' no trace Like, when I up better get off the way If catch Lil Nas i'ma up it an spray If I catch K.R. i'ma send him to lay He get shot if he jackin' the 8 to the gates Too tact, can't lack, like He try to run put the beam on his back Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked Spin through tryna flock at a hat And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas Hop out tryna click on his mans Put the heat on his face like a tan We got drums and them sticks like a band
Writer(s): Chris Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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