Computers

Oh, They want that hot shit All these social networks and these computers Got these niggas walking round like they some shooters See them in real life they trying to bust maneuvers Like pussy talk that same shit from your computer Just picked the cash up, they had the boy medula Call up my broski Gene, like call up the jeweler I just spent some cash on a pinky ring Just made some brand new shmoney, what the fuck you think? And bitch I'm heading to your city Just to clap up all them? Me and JJ went from 50 Filled up the gas tank it was empty We heading out to Philly Smoking Fronto, bitch no Phillies I got racks all in my Billies Shout out to Slice, that's my Billy For Kokane, Shyste I'm getting trippy Right to the other side with my guys and get busy I'm shooting up the streets not the gym I'm shooting at these suckers, not the rim 2Pac, Above The Rim Put two shots in his chin Ran down, he jumped the fence I ran down in my Timbs Saw the pussy through the tints I was in that boy Memph Benz With some shit that extend Put two shots in his friends For Cocaine Shyste, I go in For Shyste, I go in Free my dogs out the pen They shooting shit, Jeremy Lin RIP that boy French He still in Vegas with my friends Buying out the bar, still going in Flying down a mother fucking strip And I got court on the fifth Tell the DA suck a dick, not coming in Gingerbread bitch On the road, headed to that bread, bitch Brand new shmoney Brand new shmoney So you wanna talk shit and run your mouth You wanna see my black ass right in front your house? With some Shmurdas and the flag wrapped around my mouth I ain't come to talk, I came to bang it out Just called them thangs up, they begging, "Bro, don't shoot him" But once he disrespect, it's like I gotta do him I just spent some cash on a 40 Glock And my nigga [?] ran through like 40 Glocks And I'm headed to your block Just to unload all these Glocks My AR hold 30 shots That's word to Kane, that's word to [?] Bitch, I'm hated by many So I gots to keep the semi For Kokane, we pour out Henny Cause for Kokane, we done shot plenty I should say sorry to Ms. Penny She caught me broad day in the street shooting Jimmies I'm running niggas down in they groups I'm sliding over cars while I shoot I think that I'm Tom Cruise But, bitch I'm Bobby with that tool I got that "bow", run up on him, act a fool Make sure I hit you, you, and you That's man downs in front the school And we still trapping like some fools Bitch, I been trapping up since elementary school Told my teacher suck a dick, I'm selling food I told my teacher suck a dick, I'm selling food And free my daddy out the You-Know He killed shit, bitch, grab a tombstone RIP my nigga, Pluto He still in Vegas with the bros Loading up that thing, still smoking dope Wilding on the mother fucking road And I got court on the fourth Told the DA lick my balls, not getting caught Gingerbread broad On the road smoking hella dope, bro I just got a brand new burner I just got a brand new burner Shmurda