Stalkers

[Verse: Blu & Donel Smokes]

Peep, listen

The sky cloudy, is it me or the cheeba?

What's this nigga vibe? Ugly, a no-brainer

No breather where I'm from

It don't take shine to recognize the sun

I let 'em slide

Shot in the ride when he flashed the gun

And that's a no-no

Don't show it if you ain't gon' shoot it

A fake thug to these streets

I see he's newly recruited

Young and stupid

My homie lost his life doin' the same thang

Rules from the hood whether or not you gangbang

You dig?

Uh, and I know because I know 'em

Niggas used to run with young kids, stealin' clothin'

Now we in the open, got 'em in the scope

But I'm not tryna pop, I'm tryna knock his mouth open

Niggas talkin' so much shit already

Nigga sold all my jewels and he counted all the fetti

What a slick motherfucker, can't be fake, get touched up

If I shoot 'em in the foot, you down to tape him up?

Yo, what?

You know me, I'm with the business

One scene, final cut

Well I'd rather kill him after we could actually fuck him up

Fuckin' bastard out here thinkin' he could come up on my what?

Don't trip, I got the blip

No glory, no guts

Aight, cool, everybody got the tools

And I know it's two dudes in a house so we should be cool

Wait, wait, wait, I don't mean to be cruel

I'm just tryna teach the fool

Learn him a lesson so neither one of us gotta lose

I don't give a fuck, homie, pull a gun on me

Better kill me, and that's on me, that nigga killed, B

Scopin' on me the whole time at the party

I thought he was a faggot, four-fives gon' let 'em have it

The homies finna ambush as soon as he pass the bush

Push him in the crib, shoot him in the hip with the clip

Get the tape, get the cake, nigga, don't forget the cake

Not to mention, ask the nigga for the safe then unlock the safe

Okay, okay, word, word, word

Now one was already done, let's divvy up the funds

Break bread, necessary heads and homies on the run

Two mill' plus X amount of everything illegal

Let another nigga trip, shit, I'm waitin' for the sequel