Apes in the snow, its a horror movie
Brody opp just dropped pin, we gone go to it
F*ck what he got on these .556's going through it
Gotta get it done we gone go do it, aye
(Wit' this Glock, I can knock down a toothpick)
Niggas claiming that they shooters, they is not slidin'
I shoulda been in a box, I am not lyin'
(Put my Glock against his Glock, he will not fire)
That is not a foreign that's a 4-door, chrome Buick
Baby I ain't throw them B's for you
That is for Boone
This rap shit boring I'm at gun stores lung shootin'
Say they outside, we ain't hear one shootin'
Like, no
I don't enjoy yo shit, its boring
How do you do it
No, I don't be posting shit on socials, how these hoes moving
And I don't do no switching, f*ck them niggas, that's how 4 moving
And I don't f*ck wit' snitches that's that shit you and yo bros doin'
I know the opposition gone be sick when they hear bro music
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
I don't dance, I be two steppin'
(Ha, ha, ha)
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
Baby, I don't dance
I be two steppin'
Baby I don't dance, I be two steppin'
Make 'em hit his reject them shots poppin' out that lethal weapon (aye-aye)
One man army, I ain't really wit' that crew reppin'
I'll slide down by my lonely you know nina wit' me
He a buster sending threats, computer typing
I ain't feeling threatened
These rappers bitch made, on my momma
You won't see them with me (on my lonely)
Gang deep at my shows I brought the killers wit' me
Blower wit' me
When I'm right on stage, you won't even notice
Everyone around me wit' the activities really wit' the motion
Bitch I move in silence, militant
You won't even know it
Everywhere I go I'm on my toes 'cos I'm holdin'
Steel, clutching on my iron can't be lackin' in the field
Can't be hangin' with no busters, type of shit that get you killed
All the ones that call you brother might be hating on the real
Or hating on the low
I think you know the deal
(The one that called you bro might be the one that get you killed)
(On the real)
(That's on God)
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Apes in the snow, its a horror movie
Brody opp just dropped pin, we gone go to it
F*ck what he got on these .556's going through it
Gotta get it done we gone go do it, aye
(Wit' this Glock, I can knock down a toothpick)
Niggas claiming that they shooters, they is not slidin'
I shoulda been in a box, I am not lyin'
(Put my Glock against his Glock, he will not fire)
That is not a foreign that's a 4-door, chrome Buick
Baby I ain't throw them B's for you
That is for Boone
This rap shit boring I'm at gun stores lung shootin'
Say they outside, we ain't hear one shootin'
Like, no
I don't enjoy yo shit, its boring
How do you do it
No, I don't be posting shit on socials, how these hoes moving
And I don't do no switching, f*ck them niggas, that's how 4 moving
And I don't f*ck wit' snitches that's that shit you and yo bros doin'
I know the opposition gone be sick when they hear bro music
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
I don't dance, I be two steppin'
(Ha, ha, ha)
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
Baby, I don't dance
I be two steppin'
Baby I don't dance, I be two steppin'
Make 'em hit his reject them shots poppin' out that lethal weapon (aye-aye)
One man army, I ain't really wit' that crew reppin'
I'll slide down by my lonely you know nina wit' me
He a buster sending threats, computer typing
I ain't feeling threatened
These rappers bitch made, on my momma
You won't see them with me (on my lonely)
Gang deep at my shows I brought the killers wit' me
Blower wit' me
When I'm right on stage, you won't even notice
Everyone around me wit' the activities really wit' the motion
Bitch I move in silence, militant
You won't even know it
Everywhere I go I'm on my toes 'cos I'm holdin'
Steel, clutching on my iron can't be lackin' in the field
Can't be hangin' with no busters, type of shit that get you killed
All the ones that call you brother might be hating on the real
Or hating on the low
I think you know the deal
(The one that called you bro might be the one that get you killed)
(On the real)
(That's on God)
Brody opp just dropped pin, we gone go to it
F*ck what he got on these .556's going through it
Gotta get it done we gone go do it, aye
(Wit' this Glock, I can knock down a toothpick)
Niggas claiming that they shooters, they is not slidin'
I shoulda been in a box, I am not lyin'
(Put my Glock against his Glock, he will not fire)
That is not a foreign that's a 4-door, chrome Buick
Baby I ain't throw them B's for you
That is for Boone
This rap shit boring I'm at gun stores lung shootin'
Say they outside, we ain't hear one shootin'
Like, no
I don't enjoy yo shit, its boring
How do you do it
No, I don't be posting shit on socials, how these hoes moving
And I don't do no switching, f*ck them niggas, that's how 4 moving
And I don't f*ck wit' snitches that's that shit you and yo bros doin'
I know the opposition gone be sick when they hear bro music
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
I don't dance, I be two steppin'
(Ha, ha, ha)
Crew reppin'
Who is you checkin'
Said, baby I don't dance,
I be two steppin'
Baby, I don't dance
I be two steppin'
Baby I don't dance, I be two steppin'
Make 'em hit his reject them shots poppin' out that lethal weapon (aye-aye)
One man army, I ain't really wit' that crew reppin'
I'll slide down by my lonely you know nina wit' me
He a buster sending threats, computer typing
I ain't feeling threatened
These rappers bitch made, on my momma
You won't see them with me (on my lonely)
Gang deep at my shows I brought the killers wit' me
Blower wit' me
When I'm right on stage, you won't even notice
Everyone around me wit' the activities really wit' the motion
Bitch I move in silence, militant
You won't even know it
Everywhere I go I'm on my toes 'cos I'm holdin'
Steel, clutching on my iron can't be lackin' in the field
Can't be hangin' with no busters, type of shit that get you killed
All the ones that call you brother might be hating on the real
Or hating on the low
I think you know the deal
(The one that called you bro might be the one that get you killed)
(On the real)
(That's on God)
Writer: Elijah Jones, Francisco Mejia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid