歌词
Look
C Blu
I'm not Mack, but they like how I'm ballin'
I'm like, pass me the rock, ain't no scorin'
I shot and I knew I had their whole squad fallin'
Linked up once but not twice, she was borin'
Shut that phone off, if your boyfriend keep callin'
Hit him after and say you was whorin'
If he asked, you was with C Blu
Yeah, the **** who was screaming at who
I be spinning so much, yeah, they calling me "Beyblade"
Letting off shots while I'm screaming ReyWay
Spinning the G and I'm looking for DayRay
And you know I won't trip about weed
'Cause you know I can't go out like DayDay
I be damned if I go out like DayDay
That boy a custer, he fell off the roof
If you feeling like bishop, then shoot
Pop me a perk, got me feeling like you
Bеat her on her back, make hеr flip like the Matrix
You can't handle the smoke, then don't take it
They say that they love me, do they really mean it?
I told 'em to purchase hop out with the demons
Stay poled up
If I don't got the gun, he get poked up
Know I'm smoking explosive like jokes up
That's word to my mother, I love clearing blocks
Any hoe try to line me, that bitch getting shot
Give me a 22, it fit in my pocket
Mask on, just in case that I flock it
Don't got the gun then I'm moving like Jason
That boy ran so fast, we thought he was racin'
To that bag, yeah, I run, you know I'm impatient
These hoes wanna fuck, yeah they call me famous
That pussy boy upped it, ain't oot
Why you going on drills if you anxious?
If you up on C Blu, better flame it
'Cause you know when I spit I go dumb
I ain't hop out the V while they run
I was just trying to have me some fun
Tryna mix a new opp with some runtz
Country died for some chick, that's tough
Wherever I go, yeah, it's tough
If you think that I'm lucky, you dumb
Red dot to your head, now you Hindu
Yeah, this FN keeps bullets like pencils
If you run, yeah, these bullets gon' get you
If you run, yeah, these bullet gon' get you
2 Pac of the month, that's nothin'
Muvlo got shot in his muffin'
Too many opps, I don't know who I'm puffin'
Beam on the Glock, ain't no puff you runnin'
Mask up, so I'm uppin' in public
Feel like Cetti, always off to somethin'
Eight of us, bitch, you know I ain't cuffin'
Ain't figure this but tossin'
Ain't a knocker, I ain't with the tusslin'
30-stick on me, but I ain't no drummer
Running my rhyme I ain't make it to summer
He was talking shit, had his gun tucked
Smoking dummy, know it fucked my lungs up
Me and C Blu like Jackie and Tucker
Slide through the block and they ducking for cover
Only the Ray, I don't fuck with no other
Written by: Camrin Williams
