Focus (feat. Lor Glizz)

Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame Matter fact see I like how they turning me up Out of luck number one and it's burning me up Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1 They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun And we spinning his block give a damn where he from Look I'm bout to fuck up the beat and we taking him off, do he need that? If he try run off on feet, think it's best Niggas aim for his kneecaps I won't fuck on his bitch, where his niece at? Tell her get on her knees tell her plead that And that shotty go boom know he seen that Give a fuck bout you where ya team at? I gotta stay focus it's shit on my mind For my gang imma ride I'm not dropping no dimes Fuck that bitch for behind and I'm telling her lies Fuck her once never twice I pass to the guys My cuz he hit I clap hi five Man these niggas chicken just like a Popeye Arm strong as a bitch and I look like pop Know he wrong as a bitch tryna give up da drop I'm drugging so heavy I mix it wit mizzys That bitch not my bae cuz she beings too friendly Yeah doobie and pooda got shit inna frinzy Take a look inna lake fish caught on bate I promise I don't love her I can't trust Her if it ain't odc niggas not my brother He wrong or he right we rocking wit each other Shordy ass hella fat told pooda to dumb her I told lor maine if he need me I got em I told lor tay just shoot once you spot em I told lor rich just chill be a scholar And k3 out the mix and want an dollar Kai got da bippys I want you to try He dressed in all black told me get him in onyx I'm skating on shit like I'm working at sonic Put the bread on his head make em wonder like Steve Oh geez this flow is amazing Posed to share this verse but I had to just take it That lor fat bitch and she Jamaican You say this verse ain't hard you hating I keep me an iron like marvel dc I peep threw the peep hole grabbing the heat You feeling green as a bitch than leap Dug and whole in the ground and this shit too deep I say "hold" lemme get it back real quick Know a couple niggas run they mouth on the gram but don't watch that back door bitch Like how can you lack like this? Me falling off? Man this shit is impossible Wanna kill me? I swear I ain't stopping you If I give Glizzy the Glizzy he dropping You With that bitch and I swear he unstoppable Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame Matter fact see I like how they turning me up Out of luck number one and it's burning me up Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1 They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun And we spinning his block give a damn where he from And look you know this shit never over Better tighten up cuz them niggas get flipped if they think about spinning that rover And ya boyfriend dead what I told her You know this shit getting big as I get older Origami on his block cuz we fold em Never fucking with the cops what we told em Niggas sending insta' shots he a poser Back to the money shit ride in v8's Ain't no lor Nigga starving cuz we ate Told my Niggas forever that we straight At the end of the day tell em be safe At the end of the day tell be be safe At the end of the day tell em be safe Look, slow the beat down cuz I like when it's muffled Shoot at that boy we ain't fighting nor' tussle Getting em killed and I won't even touch you I send the wink and them pistols gon gut you Don't come around cause you know that it's fuck you Hop out the kurasaki wit the muscle He got the 30 stick inside the duffle Wet up his block it's looking like a puddle Where is ya focus? Where is mind at? He wanted smoke with the gang that's a dimepack You Tossed the gun in the woods had to find that call lor maine if we need us a lineman Why the fuck he inna whips? He ain't riding for gang matter fact he ain't bringing the pain Call lor pooda he sliding with shayne if he post on the net then he dying for fame Matter fact see I like how they turning me up Out of luck number one and it's burning me up Say she want the dick bad so I fuck up the guts Yelling ODC when I touch on her butt I ain't cool number 2 I need me number 1 They keep telling my mother "I'm proud of your son" I be steppin' and stompin' he grabbing the gun And we spinning his block give a damn where he from