VIDEO INCOMING & ALBUM ON THE WAY
LYRICS:
HOOK:
Run it up: Billin.
Spin his block: Drillin
fukka opp. Villian.
If He the cops…Kill him
If he shoot first then you Better shoot back
Talk to the Feds, we ah never do that
fukk yo set, you got several rats.
And we pullin up shootin wherever you at.
(x2)
VERSE 1 (A.V.):
I step in this bytch wit a J in my hand.
No shell case, 38 in my pants.
No I’m not active, but I get it craccin.
My demons'll do what I say on command.
And if you ever catch A in a jam,
He be ok, he ain’t taking the stand.
7 years, in a cage like a man.
Beat up nikkas with a tray in the can.
I'm da big Woo
8 to the 2
Trey be da crew.
Navy and blue.
A couple bodies that I laid, issa few.
A nikka never had to pay me to do.
Big bank…Bag with me
Fish tank…Da Jag drippy.
Cig rank…Da Flag Crippy.
Last nikka called me a crab: missing.
Left peep holes all up in his clothes.
Threw his corpse, in the trunk and I drove.
But if I told you where I hid the body,
You’d say that I did it right under your nose.
Under your nose like a coke line.
Call my White boy to co-sign.
Pig farm, now they pork rinds.
That’s how I did my opps both times.
I’m Still down to catch a fade, and punch
Every nikka dead, ever played, wit us.
nikkas pre-rolls, yeah I paid up front.
Now you and your man in the same damn blunt.
You putting on a show, so the gun'll go clap.
A.V. and Kayo, what's fukkin wit dat?
If we don’t score, when we get to shootin,
I’m spinnin his block, and I’m runnin it back!
HOOK
VERSE 2 (Kayo)
VERSE 2 ENDING (A.V.):
Nah…nikkas in the house.
Home invasion, glizzy in the mouth,
Cuz you online, doing shyt for clout.
You be 'post'ing 'sticks', I go a different 'route'.
I be coaching shyt, pull the Pippen out.
I'ma do a nikka like Mom Duke,
Take him outside, and show him what this switch is bout!
HOOK
