| Anytime, any place, I’ma go get him
|
| Even after the war like postbellum
|
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard
|
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered (Get your bone shattered)
|
| Who made this? |
| JB made this
|
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard
|
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered
|
| My gun spits like Snap Capone (Snap)
|
| So disrespect, you can get one in the dome (Boop, boop, boop)
|
| I’m grippin' the TEC with corn that’ll shatter a bone (Shatter a bone)
|
| I mean, let a nigga cough and I’ll back the chrome (Argh)
|
| Leave a nigga holy, no matrimone (Oi)
|
| And we don’t care about age, we’ll pattern him up (Pattern him up)
|
| But if my young boys ain’t in the back of the truck (Back of the truck)
|
| Put the .44 down, then I’m smackin' him up (Boop, boop, boop)
|
| Bro, I push white, I’m baggin' it up
|
| We done crash my man, they ain’t badder than us
|
| We’re grabbin' 'em up, coulda been stabbin' 'em up
|
| They’re tellin' the feds, I clocked it, I’m addin' it up
|
| I put my life in this shit (Oi)
|
| Coulda died for this shit (Died for this shit)
|
| But when they’re hiding and hiding, I’m rising a stick (Rising)
|
| Yeah, I like you a bit
|
| You was riding the dick (Oi)
|
| And my heart’s on E, and I’m tired of it (Tired of it)
|
| Slatt could’ve been wrong but I was in the ride with a devilish squad,
|
| tryna pepper this don (Boop, boop)
|
| One phone call and I’m lettin' this off (Lettin' this off)
|
| This weapon is hot, still check if it’s on (Check if it’s on)
|
| Fling it in gear, no crocodile tears (Baow)
|
| These bullets come fat like elephant ears (Ayy)
|
| Two in your backpack, one in your hat (Dudu, baow)
|
| I’m spinnin' it back, finna duppy a breh
|
| See your little moves, robbin' friends for them O’s
|
| Now I link big cuz and we scrape that bowl (Scrape that bowl)
|
| Sittin' in the trap, bare flames, good smoke (Bare flames)
|
| Hit a lick, big crop, back to the bando (Bando)
|
| Skrrt, skrrt, backroads, when they talkin' smoke (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
|
| In a blacked-out whip when I’m lurkin', yo (Dudu, baow)
|
| And my cuz saved my life, I don’t think you know (I don’t think you know)
|
| With a Z of flake (Uh) and that Pyrex bowl (Dudu, baow)
|
| Sittin' in the trap, I might take both (Might take both)
|
| Couple more days, I might link my bro (Like my bro)
|
| I might touch the road, I might slang some O’s (Gang)
|
| And if a pussy want beef, we can cop a smoke (Dudu, baow)
|
| And let me tell you how it goes (Huh?)
|
| My bros in the can got caged, they a hazard on the road (Hazard on the road)
|
| Couple more years, soon home (Soon home)
|
| Couple more years, no packs, no Nokia phones (Brrt, brrt)
|
| Just made a call to the runner (Runner)
|
| We tryna go this summer (Where?)
|
| G held it down, I was OT, doin' up tours (Doin' up tours)
|
| And you ain’t even ask for a wunna (Not one)
|
| How many times did we flood? |
| Did the work like plumber (Brrt, baow)
|
| When I let it snow, take cover (Take cover)
|
| He ain’t got a spoon so he put two drops on the cutter (Ugh)
|
| C4 burn like Usher
|
| How many times did we build, then we shut down shop?
|
| Like, this one here is hot
|
| Fans follow me 'round town, I had to tell them «Stop"(Chill out, chill out,
|
| chill out)
|
| Cah I can’t even do my job
|
| I was tryna move that rock, in the blocks, on the gully side (Ayy)
|
| I ain’t gonna lie, gunshot for a sodomite (Gunshot)
|
| I’m really in the field, you can see it in my eyes (See it in my eyes)
|
| I’ll put the burner to your face, I’ll burn you if you like (Burn you if you
|
| like)
|
| See your little moves, robbin' friends for them O’s
|
| Now I link big cuz and we scrape that bowl (Scrape that bowl)
|
| Sittin' in the trap, bare flames, good smoke (Bare flames)
|
| Hit a lick, big crop, back to the bando (Bando)
|
| Skrrt, skrrt, backroads, when they talkin' smoke (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
|
| In a blacked-out whip when I’m lurkin', yo (Dudu, baow)
|
| And my cuz saved my life, I don’t think you know (I don’t think you know)
|
| With a Z of flake (Uh) and that Pyrex bowl (Dudu, baow)
|
| Anytime, any place, I’ma go get him
|
| Even after the war like postbellum
|
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard
|
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered (Get your bone shattered)
|
| Yellow tape on my back, I’m a known hazard
|
| Twelve gauge on my lap, get your bone shattered |