Ar70 (feat. Lil Darkie)

Gang violence crash course Real trap shit Spider Gang DJ Dark One Eddison Wait, uh, I gotta wait I step on the block, I step on his face We fry up an opp, we makin' him pay We don't talk to cops, we don't conversate I'm standin' outside with my motherfuckin' sticks And I fuck on his bitch, tell her "Have a good day" When I walk in the cut, he get turned into dust If he keep on talkin' 'bout the gang I just bought two AR-70's With two bitches and they are heavenly (Uh) One off the Quaalude, one off the Hennessy (Uh) That's like a hundred a pill, I need ten at least (Uh) I own a massive estate out in Tennessee (Uh) Got a new bitch and she told me she Lebanese (Uh) If he talk shit, I play chess like it's centerpiece (Uh) Every violent encounter end in piece (Uh) I just bought like three M70's (Uh) She want that coconut butt like the 70s (Uh) I have a hundred and seventy enemies And every one of them has given head to me Fuck on your grandma, that bitch was seventy When I pull up, they be sucking me mentally I'm in the trap, movin' that weight like an apple just fell on me Make sure these tattletales do not tell on me Walk in the room, both my pockets is felonies, lil' bitch What in the fuck you gon' tell to me, lil' bitch? I got dope, you can tell by the smell on me, lil' bitch Okay, I got a MAC but that Dell on me, lil' bitch We sendin' choppa bullets to your chromosome I was made in the 90s, like Home Alone I'm doin' ninety while I'm lookin' at my phone If you're two-ninety, then you are too fat to bone I am feeling really wonderful at the moment If you sent the pack, then we're waiting for that to come I just made a hundred racks, I am so ecstatic If you're hating on Spider Gang, then you're a faggot Your gun will not shoot as fast with that attachment My AR70 loaded and maggot blastin' SM70 loaded and ratatatin' Shoot all your enemies so you can bag and tag it Runnin' shit up when I swear that I overlapped it And these niggas pussy and they always cappin' (Uh) I'm like a rabbit, nigga, 'cause I'm cabbage havin' Keep on yappin' as me 'cause I'm palace havin' (Uh) Jimmy Fallon Jabbin', nigga, that's ridin' dragons Choppa got a cup holder, uh I like bitches that much older, uh I got nothin' to run from, so I step Big Glock twenty-eight shots left 'cause we put two shots in his head I put like three shots in his leg So that's like twenty-seven shots left Money counter go beep When we pull up, we kill 'em We make sure that that nigga is dead (Uh) You know the word that's gonna be at the end (Uh) I made it sure 'cause that nigga is-