Yung Dmize - M-80 Lyrics

I'm in the shop and I'm cookin up like I'm moving work
Every time that I spit these pussies get they feelings hurt
We in the cut with weaponry always on alert
Totin big guns homie the type that put you in the dirt
Empty out a clip like I'm lettin the strap go berserk
Lightin M-Eighties now the hood think we poppin fireworks, damn
Keep my homies close but my enemies closer
We don't f*ck with pigs strictly diets consisting of kosher
Heard you been duckin best of luck with escaping G
And if you ain't around then we shootin up where your family be
Shit is not a game I suggest you refrain playin me
Got youngins who pop guns ready to spray faithfully
Charge it to the game but the game ain't really been paying me
You playin triple A I got my sights on the major leagues
F*ck from around me if you ain't speaking currency
Currently I'm droppin suckas call a state of emergency
Y'all some clowns
We on a different page we move differently
My hustle stays sharp cause I move with a sense of urgency
Shit that leave my lungs is ill like a case of pleurisy
Y'all rappers is pussy come around me you act nervously
I don't respect y'all as peers or even personally
Droppin hotter shit on accident than y'all do purposely
Nobody f*ckin with me virtual certainty
Ayo grab the f*ckin chalk I don't rap I produce murder scenes