Jus know there's no man in this world ima fear

Me ay chop we the three musketeers

Can't put trust in a bop these bitches b weird You said flex can't shoot cuz he flicked in da air

But it really don't matter cuz ya **** was scared

Ya mans did bad flicked onna old ass man

Someone needa teach boy how to flare

When i'm on they side i got on my gear

It's getting cold out better keep u a heater

Oh i think that's a opp i told brodie to creep up

**** talk crazy but run when they see us

Too many **** done ran right out the sneakers

I got my stripes for dis i ain't talkin

adidas

G2c shit boom like a speaker

Pop out all black some like a reaper

2 deep onnat block jus me nd my nina

This bitch feening to fuck

Like what she b feening to rump

And i love how she b eating me up

Im moving wocky this lean in my cup

Like damn i've been feening to click

Gotta move tact w this pole on my hip

They out to get me so i stay on my shit

I been on bullshit since i was a jhit

Like bow

That's all he hurd before he dropped to the ground

Watch em start to scatter once i flick at the crowd

Don't ask where im from bitch i'm from flushtown

Fuck the system free my dogs out the pound

No need to diss i ain't giving ya clout

Oh he thinking it sweet turn ya smile to a frown

Throw her on da bed we b going for rounds

She know what to do ass up face down

Im outside w the demons nd goblins

Feeling like batman my **** gon robbin

I got some shit that'll fit in my pocket

Whatever they throw up yk ima drop it

These **** is kids tell em **** stop it

Don't do no talkin put the beam to his noggin

Run in the crib nd we running his pockets

Ah that's what he yelled after we flocked em

They know we the ones who creep thru

the shadows

I ain't no killer but i'll throw if i have to

Jus kno i ain't ya average rap dude

I think bout bro nd i get inna bad mood

If u fuck w the opps jus kno i can't jack you

Playing both sides i might have to clap you

When up the g **** froze like a statue

How u smoke onna **** u don't even know

That's some shit i jus cant understand

We onnat block i might slide w a loc

Don't give a fuck hit u nd ya mans

Only aim for chest we ain't aiming for toes

Bet id b first to back out tan

Watch how i flow on this beat

No one do it like me

Dont got opps jus a bunch of fans

I'm the best outta queens

That's why they on meat

Still free my brothas out of the can

I ain't wifing no treesh

Jus get on your knees

Do ya thing w out using no hands

Why is he running from me

I ain't even back out g

What's allat shii u said onna gram

Jus know there's no man in this world ima fear

Me ay chop we the three musketeers

Can't put trust in a bop these bitches b weird You said flex can't shoot cuz he flicked in da air

But it really don't matter cuz ya **** was scared

Ya mans did bad flicked onna old ass man

Someone needa teach boy how to flare

When i'm on they side i got on my gear

It's getting cold out better keep u a heater

Oh i think that's a opp i told brodie to creep up

**** talk crazy but run when they see us

Too many **** done ran right out the sneakers

I got my stripes for dis i ain't talkin

adidas

G2c shit boom like a speaker

Pop out all black some like a reaper

2 deep onnat block jus me nd my nina