A.V.
reTIreMEnt: THE ALBUM (01/22) ALL DSPs
And if you ever fukk wit us...Whole team shootin like it's 2K
LYRICS:
HOOK:
45 by my gut...nikka, that's just how I do, thangs...
Got some killas in the cut...throwing Bs, like they Wu-Tang...
My Crip nikkas know wassup...So muthafukk the games that you...play...
And if u ever fukk wit us...whole team shootin like it's 2K.
VERSE ONE:
Fresh up outta, in the joint...They shoulda never let me out, nikka...
Don'tcha know my momma from Detroit...Boy, I'll put the Piston in ya mouth, nikka...
Ima take ya shorty if you doubt, nikka. Might Derek Fisher wit ya spouse, nikka...
Like Django, mixed wit James Jones, I'm on the King throne, and you a house nikka.
I be 2Kin, wit them 2 Ks...Take a shot and make the play die.
I'll send them shooters where u stay...Just say you got the shyt on Gamefly.
I tell them acting nikkas "Take Two"...fukk me? And I'ma pay you.
Shots at ya line-up, for reachin, nikka?...Those free, & you can take two.
Aaaah trey pound, that's a K.D....Pray to God, and that's A.V.
Free Bobby Shmurda, shout to Dave East. Locs got (next) Nets like Jay-Z.
Looka, looka, looka look at me now...My free shooters out in Brooklyn be foul.
Haters hatin like it's good to be down...Dwight Howard, p*ssy, look at me smile.
HOOK:
45 by my gut...nikka, that's just how I do, thangs...
Got some killas in the cut...throwing Bs, like they Wu-Tang...
My Crip nikkas know wassup...So muthafukk the games that you...play...
And if u ever fukk wit us...whole team shootin like it's 2K.
Bow, bow....bytch...I be gun walkin when I hold the heater.
Might run up on you wit them sticks...And I ain't talkin no controller either.
Need to circle your block, to flex... And shoot a square, just for talkin foul...
Then pass the burner to my ex (X)...If I P-O-P, she gon hold it down...
VERSE TWO:
I'ma Knicks fan, but for 6 bands...I'll Leave ya body where the Cavs play.
Have ya whole squad dressed in black...Your youngins looking like it's Draft Day.
Your stash? I can't wait to Rob it & Horry ya. Shootout in Flatbush, you'll drown in Astoria.
Feds had you singing & shouting like Gloria. Shut the fukk up & go out like a Warrior.
Klay thompson wit the grey Thompson. Draymond Green, the way I play wit teams...
Barbosa, out the large toaster...Them rounds burst, long range, in 3s.
Like bow, bow, bow...Feeling like I'm near fever, you a scared diva.
Boy, I let my shorty whip the yay yay...And she danced on it like a cheerleader
Only got 4 bars, for you local fukks. Flexin online, dumb nikkas, loadin up.
Lay low, can't let the Feds know too much. I mean God, we all sinners (centers), but you POST too much.
I'd rather get ejected thenna grow old in cuffs. nikka muthafukk 12, (Stockton) I'm Malone (alone) enough.
You playing Westbrook, wit ya best look...But this Tony Allen, gotcha cha vest shook.
HOOK
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