Project Pooh...
What?
All my niggas rolling, ain't no crew controlling
Shooters in the back, quick to pull a strap
You gon' get yo' issue, bless you with a tissue
Ain't no story little, you a rat we getcha
I'm rolling on my beam, in my robbing jeans
F a red beam, I coulda seen
.40 with a long D, I mean?
Your body flexing and jumping like it's tumbling
Midget came off a bicycle, hey Kevin?
Keep that dog food in, catch some niggas still chirping
Them bloods so turnt up made me crazy how they spin bending
Post up on the block never see me bending
Eighteen hundred block is you are or ain't you in it?
Cos' I don't know different, niggas round here set trippin'
It's time for game, nigga I don't know no other thing
I kill your brother, yeah I shot right in this main thing
Yeah, give me .40, smoking W40, early morning
No more selling morphines, covered in poke and on a joint
No dirty flow, my style will come I swipe before I pass
I remember buster bust on lith was coming back
On low mileage I know jiggas I can't even see
My phone jumping like a pair of retro Jordan sneaks
She saw my dick, you kiss that Benz nothing but it
That's your dog but you turned on your buddy
I remember busting lids on a huffy
I killed that pedigree, I gotta feed my puppies
I got dog food, call it Pedigree
Whatchu wanna do? I got siblings to feed
Ain't no dividends, ain't no skipping the flip
Plus the flip is gonna rip ya', hit them with that ripper
4, 5 fuckin' clips, with them extra thicks
I got 30 sticks, holding 30 clips
Yo' is he though, that's the mafia
We la familia, don't play with the loyalty
Make sure my niggas come in seriously
Make sure my niggas come in
Seriously, Straight P, all that that lawyer fees
Yeah this shit right hear means way too much more to me
Blood on my rosary, blood in my pupit
That shit ain't even hit the news bra
Sniper games, i'm a sniper not a shooter
Smile with that ruga if he did say hallelujah
And I'm piping down a cougar she say: stop doing that you too young
And my partner Tokyo, his name is Su Yung
Hey I can't get a little further yo but I ain't got coupons
I don't use 'em, I make music and I do fun
I go yesterday, you go tomorrow
I'm the reason they ain't listening to your new song
She say why you trying to fuck, you got your shoes on