Yeah, we put corn in clips
How many times did we take them trips
I was walking around with the .38 spinner
How many times did I take that risk
How many times did they shoot and miss
How many times did they touch civilians
They try rap and claim that shit
How many lives have been taken shit
How many times have we taped out strips
How many bells did I have in the chamber and that pussy hole still got hit
How many mashes done got gripped
How many times did we lurk with things
How many times did I beg my friend again and again
To drop me that stick, I got it and he saw what I did
Since then it's never left my hip
I put rambo blades in chests
I put flick knives straight in necks
With a wap, I'll aim for your head
If you see me, you're looking at death
I'm not scared, they are looking at there mates
Likes who's getting taken next
You'll really don't wanna meet your end
Nigga don't slip before you meet your friends
And it's real talk, I don't need to pretend
I don't play fair, man play with skengs
And I've been crashing corn and that paigon dem
Anywhere goes they know, broad day still scoring goals
When I get round with smoke
I ain't tryna hear you ain't involved
You'll never take that risk
Sit back laugh with the gang
How they rap when they ain't on piss
Niggas wanna talk about riding
Whole day tryna tape off strips
No face, no case, no witness
No case, no trace, no prints
You'll never take that risk
You'll never take that risk
Sit back laugh with the gang
How they rap when they ain't on piss
Niggas wanna talk about riding
Whole day tryna tape off strips
No face, no case, no witness
No case, no trace, no prints
You'll never take that risk
All sorts of violence
Anywhere goes, that's broad day knifings
I'm the type to see that opp on the main road
And still on sight him (I don't give a fuck)
If you slip get drilled, man will double tap with the steel
Man can't talk about gang
Cause' we've been around there bares
And I ain't gotta talk, we banged
These niggas, they're making me sick
How are they still posting vids, they ain't on shit
I remember it was me, M and Shortz in the ride, two loaded sticks
Lucky that the ting there jammed (Fuck sake)
Same way it jammed on Prez
Shit then I blame that skeng 'cause that would've been two dead
Way before I hit mans head
They talk 'bout 7, it's 7 or nothin'
I ain't got love for the 6
They sneak diss, talking 'bout bitches
But we do drills and we on this ting (Gaza)
And we do this proper, still might jerk me a shotter
Bradley already got bunned
And now I'm tryna corn his brudda (Word)
You'll never take that risk
Sit back laugh with the gang
How they rap when they ain't on piss
Niggas wanna talk about riding
Whole day tryna tape off strips
No face, no case, no witness
No case, no trace, no prints
You'll never take that risk
You'll never take that risk
Sit back laugh with the gang
How they rap when they ain't on piss
Niggas wanna talk about riding
Whole day tryna tape off strips
No face, no case, no witness
No case, no trace, no prints
You'll never take that risk