Senz - Guns n' Computers (feat. TTG Wood) Lyrics

Look

They don't get it the way I'm living the money handled
Dopeboy, my bitch good, my Son a champion
How the f*ck they claim '100' when I made it happen?
Ain't no gimmicks or politicking behind the cameras

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it
Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral
F*ck it, know I never I do enough
F*ck it you thinking that's true or some?
Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up


Reachin' for the riches got the switch and he gon spray on em'
Calculated risks from crack of dawn til' the takeover
I could take yo baby momma, she love the taste and the makeover
But I'm stuck on living life for badder things and the payoff
Never lookin back now
Arizona Rap sounds
I was pushing packs while they mimicking greatest rap albums
I remember days where they kicking doors in that crackhouse
Daddy on the phone talking murders, I wish he back now
Gotta man up, who got the stick? I got man down
Pray for a priest, the Barrio has got a plan now
Watch us do the race on em'
Never leave a trace homie
I done been from blocks to blade and brodie put blades on em'
Real shit, 304's a couple strippers in the mix
Now I could talk about a bag but I been focused on my kid
And I done made it out the gutter no more speaking what I did bitch

Homicide...
TTG, I got that 40 in the ride
And I could spin another day but f*ck it for now I let em' die
I ain't worried bout these Twitter finger pussies on the other side

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it
Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral
F*ck it, know I never I do enough
F*ck it you thinking that's true or some?
Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up


Hey, Wood, yeah we going up
If them niggas tripping, I'm tripping
I'm finna blow em' up
I ain't never fold with that pole, I'm tryna get him gone
Niggas always talking they Tweetin,' they always on they phone
Really out here deep in the field, these niggas on them pills
Blues got him thinking he Super-Man, finna get him killed
30 and a 40 with a switch, Arizona baby
Niggas out here talking out they neck, they ain't really crazy
Free my nigga Savage, he be tripping tryna blow a nigga
Did a couple missions for the team, we on go my nigga
If you not finna blow yo pole, you can't go my nigga
Keep yo head straight, you get knocked off when you don't pay attention
Not to mention, niggas really goofy, gotta keep your distance
Keep the blower tucked, but on Mommas I'm finna use it though
Bad bitch all on my line, I only want the throat
If she ain't talking bout money, that bitch gotta go
If them niggas talking bout guns, I been trained to go
Really activated, they active behind the f*cking screen
Internet niggas they cappin,' they tryna make a scene
But I'm toting 40's and Chop's, messy murder scene

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it
Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral
F*ck it, know I never I do enough
F*ck it you thinking that's true or some?
Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up...