Conspiracy V2

Huh, what you ridin' in? A Trackhawk Jeep Every nigga I fuck with, they- Ever nigga I fuck with, they use they feet Comin' back in the game how I came (I'm on it) We gon' start by stoppin' by the trenches We gon' start by cuttin' every nigga off That ain't handlin' fuckin' business I remember them places them guns got buried I remember them days them bullets flew over my head I remember the fully- frr, frr, by my dreads Huh, I'll give a man they props It ain't real if he ain't shot, should've been shot That shit he showin', I think that's all he got I ain't gon' lie, I seen a real trapper mad the dope boy bounced back He punched the pop Uh, this shit done got serious I told every nigga I love "Don't call my phone" (They watchin' us) This shit done got serious, no lie All these federal phones (They tapped) This shit got serious I know some niggas locked by the phone (Conspiracy) This shit got serious I know some young niggas that really come chop up your homie This shit got serious There goes a camera man, the feds behind that drone This shit got serious, I know some niggas that's never comin' home Huh, I'm finna upgrade all my jewelry, I'm finna turn up my links Huh, I had the hood Fox and them on security right cross the street Cause they know I got more checks to pick up They know I'ma chop it right with 'em They know I got a career If it come down to it, I'ma hit the Drac' with 'em They know I'll never forget where i'm from Never think that I'm bigger than this shit I know I ain't got no business at the store So I hurry up and grab my kit I ain't the type of nigga to take out my phone Record, and go live and shit I know a couple niggas that done broadcast this shit Got hit in they shit (Smoked) I know they catch me at this store right now They gon' swing on this bitch If I see a car rush into the parkin' lot, I left-right the switch Man, they ain't never seen no motherfuckin' Fox link up with a goat You know that Go (Man what?) Sneaky like a fox 'til his broski died Some niggas hate to box (Go) .223 to his cranium Now his hairstylist gotta recreate his locks (Brrah) Fuckin' on an opp bitch Fuck a location, my shooters gon' stay in the car (Stay in the car) Fuckin' on a top bitch She told me personally Wuk can stay and watch (Go) Niggas count your pockets (Woo) Niggas be thinkin' they you (Yeah) Makin' me a topic like he'll make profit money off of DJU (Bitch) Courtside at the Sky game Hundred on me, tellin' Angel Reese to shoot (Shoot, shoot, shoot) Drac' on me in the gas station for the kit, we got a minute or two Street niggas get robbed for anything That's how they image reduce (Yeah) All type of baddies be on me heavy I might send 'em to Zeus (Yeah) Same nigga in the feds who had your back Send that nigga a deuce (Yeah) Pushin' P, not a truce Matter fact tell J Mane to send me some Whoops (Whoop) Hellstar with a Louis bucket Y'all know Smurk be thuggin' (Facts) I still play Lil Zay at my family function Man, fuck my cousin I don't look up to niggas we call OGs Them niggas ain't taught me nothin' (Go) Daddy went to jail and he left that money Them niggas ain't bought me nothin' (Niggas ain't) Niggas paid five thou'-wow for a pint Mm, this shit got serious (Shit got serious) Janky ass tryna sue Smurk for a show Better go sue your veneers (Yeah) You talk too much, lil brother, calm down How they know who you killed? (Go) You talk too much, lil brother, calm down The feds know who you is (Go, man what?)