Tape Off

I'm too official, ain't no rebore (Oh, tally)

Pressin' on the 'matic, not the keyboard

In the dings with drillers (Oh, tally)

Why you callin' the police for? (Why you callin' the police for?)

You know we brought the things along (Oh, tally)

If you ain't grippy, you can't tag along (Oh, oh)

My hitters only came to tape off (Oh, tally, tape off)

Still prayin' all my **** take off (Take off)

Bro said that we're flyin' away, stuff six in the trey, get 'em lifted away (Oh, tally)

Lord knows I don't need no aim when the hand ting rips shit, inhumane (Grrah, grrah)

Man still grippin' that steel like cranes, gang still splat a man's brains (Boom, baow)

Know the opp block, I ain't gotta use Waze, I just gotta sit and wait (Sit and wait)

I told you anything's gettin' crashed and everythin' I do is on purpose (Purpose)

Bucked all of your favourite rappers in person, all of them **** were nervous (Nervous)

No, I ain't showin' these roaches love, I can never give them verses (Oh, no)

My shooters are out here snatchin' souls, them man are out here snatchin' purses (Oh, tally)

I got these bitch **** chattin' my name cause I live the life that they claim (All now)

You let your broski rap for the fame, but he got a virgin blade (But, how?)

I think you cappers should stay in your lane before you meet an early grave (Oh, God)

I seen you pussy boys in the can, it's like I'm watchin' Scared Straight (No cap)

I'm too official, ain't no rebore (I'm too official, ain't no rebore)

Pressin' on the 'matic, not the keyboard ('Matic, not the keyboard)

In the dings with drillers (Oh, tally, dings with the drillers)

Why you callin' the police for? (Why you callin' the police for?)

You know we brought the things along (Oh, tally, know we bought them things along)

If you ain't grippy, you can't tag along (Oh, oh, grippin', you can't tag along)

My hitters only came to tape off (Oh, tally, tape off)

Still prayin' all my **** take off (Take off)

Tape off your block on the back of a bike (Gang)

This ain't no fuckin' movie, we really do this shit real life (We really do)

I used to pray for an Uzi and an SK that holds Luger 9's (Woh)

Know that we step unruly, I'm on a glide tryna file and bine (Baow)

And I know that the pigs wan' kill man, so I don't stop when I see blue lights (Never)

Gang wan' shoot, not film man, so we don't bring no phones in the ride (None)

Feds still buildin' cases, every few weeks gotta catch me a flight (Gone)

Free all the paigons dem, I don't want 'em in jail, I don't want 'em alive

I want their mothers too cry (Cry)

I wanted to throw the 'matic in the bin when I heard that pussy survived (Fuck)

I swang my samurai, made him swim, then I heard he got revived (No way)

Can't see 'em too clear through these tints, we make the motor disguised (We do)

Make sure the whole clip gets rinsed, mission assigned

I'm too official, ain't no rebore (Oh, tally, I'm too official, ain't no rebore)

Pressin' on the 'matic, not the keyboard ('Matic, not the keyboard)

In the dings with drillers (Oh, tally, dings with the drillers)

Why you callin' the police for? (Why you callin' the police for?)

You know we brought the things along (Oh, tally, know we bought them things along)

If you ain't grippy, you can't tag along (Oh, oh, grippin', you can't tag along)

My hitters only came to tape off (Oh, tally, tape off)

Still prayin' all my **** take off (Take off)

Oh, oh, oh, tally

Oh, oh, oh, tally

Oh, oh, tally

Oh, tally

Oh

(G-way or no way)