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Another 856 and Enterprise production
Kinect Undiscovered and Davey Dutch
On you busters motha f*cka
The block tactics
Can get drastic
Hotter than summer
Still waiting on the good Lord
To call my number
Still I wonder
Who aiming for my head
And plot against me
Times get hard
D's knock
And leave the block empty
Cruise around with a low pro
But still you know bro
95 Max
Blowing O's of the dro
I put it to you like this
I'm not a rapper
But my flow tight
Might as well
Just give me the spotlight
Snatch the mic
Before I have to
Strong arm crews
Don't believe me
Ima show you
What the tre 8 do
Give you a choice
Don't talk
Or either loose your voice
Either way
You ain't never gonna
Prove your point
I be the king of my own town
Y'all niggas know this
I play the background
But yo I stay so focused
Niggas start blowin back
When dem blades is spinnin
Pimp vicious in a civic
Pullin Asian women
Sliding out
Looking like Don Bishop
These bitches keep
Wishing me luck
So the can suck
On little vicious
In the making
The mixtape king
Is here to reign
With all star crew
Of gully niggas who
Won't change
See I'm just like y'all
Swig liq's and look for skirts
Smoke trees guzzlin beers
And put in work nigga
Think it's funny
I kick teeth in for money
I kick teeth in you
F*ck with my honey
I got money
Plenty of it
And you know
When I rip
I'm about my shit
F*ck with it
Give out clips
After that
I could see right thru ya
Leave em back down
With they head smack down
On the concrete
It's just that sweet
I touch any beat
Rhyme hard for the street
Got plenty of heat
Undiscovered
And I leave ya body covered
I don't play around
With the grams and O's
I straight flip keys and bricks
We Drop Records
And we drop y'all
And we pop y'all
Me and my dog Kinect
Strangle shit like that
It's a wrap
And you're a wrap
And ya stacks is short
These streets
I live it
And these rhymes
I live it
Can't stay in my pivot
Cus I got more flows
Than Bill Gates got doe
Got more O's
Than Hugh Heff got hoe's
Smoke more dro
Than Liberace got robes
And I got more flows
Than ATL throw dem bows
They got me amped up
To F*ck all ya plans up
Abusing 22's that I threw
Up on the Ram truck
Perform in ya living room
Smash ya lamps up
These bitches got questions
I got nothing but answers
I'm killin everything
F*ck the kidnap and ransom
Davey Dutch keepin shit proper and handy
Cus I'm eating pumpkin seeds
For breakfast talking reckless
Come thru
Snatch the his and her necklace
I'm bullet proof
And waterproof
So don't try to wet this
Still don't do much
Crack a philly and roll a blunt
Late night calling a bitch
For a dick suck
Still rolling around with dumb dumbs
Looking for them dumb dumbs
Splash em with 3
And peace off with the lump sum
Still W.E. D.R.O to the p
Leavin em R.I.P
For any F.O.E
One these tracks I touch
Yo I lay em down
Y'all funny to me
Like a clown
Me and my mens
Weed with no stems
That's the good weed
Dro will burn slow
Take ya crew out
One by one
Like a hitman
Clap ya van up
Then clean it up
No evidence
You might as well
Surrender it
All ya bricks
And all ya chips
That's how I get rich
Y'all scream at high pitch
Like a bitch
Ya squad think they nasty
But we the nastiest
We been this way
Since we f*ckin mastered this
That's why the fingers start to point
When ya casket slips
Like a well oiled machine
Until that gasket rip
And I'm steady getting
Smashed and bent
That's why I can't remember
Past events
And I silence all guns
That's why you motha f*ckas
Haven't blasted since
That's what I do
Revive ya drive
Pull up in ya ride
Pistol whip you with that 9
Rob you and rock ya shit
Like it was mine
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Another 856 and Enterprise production
Kinect Undiscovered and Davey Dutch
On you busters motha f*cka
The block tactics
Can get drastic
Hotter than summer
Still waiting on the good Lord
To call my number
Still I wonder
Who aiming for my head
And plot against me
Times get hard
D's knock
And leave the block empty
Cruise around with a low pro
But still you know bro
95 Max
Blowing O's of the dro
I put it to you like this
I'm not a rapper
But my flow tight
Might as well
Just give me the spotlight
Snatch the mic
Before I have to
Strong arm crews
Don't believe me
Ima show you
What the tre 8 do
Give you a choice
Don't talk
Or either loose your voice
Either way
You ain't never gonna
Prove your point
I be the king of my own town
Y'all niggas know this
I play the background
But yo I stay so focused
Niggas start blowin back
When dem blades is spinnin
Pimp vicious in a civic
Pullin Asian women
Sliding out
Looking like Don Bishop
These bitches keep
Wishing me luck
So the can suck
On little vicious
In the making
The mixtape king
Is here to reign
With all star crew
Of gully niggas who
Won't change
See I'm just like y'all
Swig liq's and look for skirts
Smoke trees guzzlin beers
And put in work nigga
Think it's funny
I kick teeth in for money
I kick teeth in you
F*ck with my honey
I got money
Plenty of it
And you know
When I rip
I'm about my shit
F*ck with it
Give out clips
After that
I could see right thru ya
Leave em back down
With they head smack down
On the concrete
It's just that sweet
I touch any beat
Rhyme hard for the street
Got plenty of heat
Undiscovered
And I leave ya body covered
I don't play around
With the grams and O's
I straight flip keys and bricks
We Drop Records
And we drop y'all
And we pop y'all
Me and my dog Kinect
Strangle shit like that
It's a wrap
And you're a wrap
And ya stacks is short
These streets
I live it
And these rhymes
I live it
Can't stay in my pivot
Cus I got more flows
Than Bill Gates got doe
Got more O's
Than Hugh Heff got hoe's
Smoke more dro
Than Liberace got robes
And I got more flows
Than ATL throw dem bows
They got me amped up
To F*ck all ya plans up
Abusing 22's that I threw
Up on the Ram truck
Perform in ya living room
Smash ya lamps up
These bitches got questions
I got nothing but answers
I'm killin everything
F*ck the kidnap and ransom
Davey Dutch keepin shit proper and handy
Cus I'm eating pumpkin seeds
For breakfast talking reckless
Come thru
Snatch the his and her necklace
I'm bullet proof
And waterproof
So don't try to wet this
Still don't do much
Crack a philly and roll a blunt
Late night calling a bitch
For a dick suck
Still rolling around with dumb dumbs
Looking for them dumb dumbs
Splash em with 3
And peace off with the lump sum
Still W.E. D.R.O to the p
Leavin em R.I.P
For any F.O.E
One these tracks I touch
Yo I lay em down
Y'all funny to me
Like a clown
Me and my mens
Weed with no stems
That's the good weed
Dro will burn slow
Take ya crew out
One by one
Like a hitman
Clap ya van up
Then clean it up
No evidence
You might as well
Surrender it
All ya bricks
And all ya chips
That's how I get rich
Y'all scream at high pitch
Like a bitch
Ya squad think they nasty
But we the nastiest
We been this way
Since we f*ckin mastered this
That's why the fingers start to point
When ya casket slips
Like a well oiled machine
Until that gasket rip
And I'm steady getting
Smashed and bent
That's why I can't remember
Past events
And I silence all guns
That's why you motha f*ckas
Haven't blasted since
That's what I do
Revive ya drive
Pull up in ya ride
Pistol whip you with that 9
Rob you and rock ya shit
Like it was mine
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Writer: Dave Paretta, Jonathan Moore, Mike Piliero
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