Lyrics

It's about that time Aye jay you got your blick on you? Nigga, you already know that Oh, okay, I was about to say I ain't hangin with you if you don't give your blick on you all the time Shut the fuck up Niggas out here Acting like they bout it Cut it out, nigga You'll get stepped on sooner or later But you gon see Mark my words, nigga, you sayin it's on sight, it's on sight They acting tough like it's hard to see through, niggas They off them percs they off that bottle and them jiggers Out your body acting tough, I'ma have to show you niggas My demons hungry to pull them triggers Pick your poison and come to get you, nigga Address the issue like some tissue wipe, and no one miss you Going straight in this bitch and I ain't heard the instrumental On God, we spinning blocks for real On God, we touching opps for real You call my bluff, I get you puffed Roll you up, you know the deal Mugging like you clutching Bitch, I know you scared Get your hand out your pocket It ain't no fucking stick in there So you heard your homie speaking on 'em Now you think you sleeping on 'em Them mans ain't pussy Think what you want, I'll put that heater on you Acting oh so hard, but the first to call 12 I don't know about you, we sending 410 straight to hell Use your feet not hands, running the only time you stepping Ain't no weapon, you just talking When I catch him, I'ma spark him Niggas six plus six, but they try to act hard Better stay yo ass in school before I empty the rod I stay followed by flies, cause I'm always with the bullshit Walking caution sign, cause I always got a full clip I got something to say, nigga First things first nigga, 410K, nigga I got something to say, nigga First things first nigga, 410K, nigga Yeah, he said it's on sight Know I got my gun, bitch nigga I do not fight I take it as a challenge make a nigga take his own life Make a song about they dead niggas and you know I don't write I've been state to state Got a lot of opps, but I'm still dropping rates Tell the 410 niggas play it safe Never masked up, they gotta see my face One up in the head, I bet he flew away He could've had a better day Nigga, fuck your gang, I'm just gon air the K I'm dropping anything that get up in the way My Glock be making friends Yeah, he can't wait to meet a nigga face You can call the cops, but you still dyin, nigga, either way They acting tough like it's hard to see through, niggas They off them percs they off that bottle and them jiggers Out yo body acting tough I'm going to have to show you niggas My demons hungry to pull them triggers Pick your poison we'll come n' get you, nigga Your gang full of rats You just act tough, then you talk away Speaking on the dead, man, this shit about to escalate Big ass drac dumping out the murdered Escalade 30 on your team, they gon kill you bitches yesterday Outside your door, trick or treat like it's October Watch your step before you fall and get stood over Reapers on your ass, so you better watch some corners It'll be a closed casket, knock your head right off your shoulders Drop you and your brother, he won't get a chance to miss you Thought he had a cold, we wiped this nose just like a tissue Big ass choppa bullets rip your block just like a missile And I'm smoking on that 410 pack What's the issue? They acting tough like it's hard to see through, niggas They off them percs they off that bottle and them jiggers Out yo body acting tough I'm going to have to show you niggas My demons hungry to pull them triggers Pick your poison we'll come n' get you, nigga
Writer(s): T Lyons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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