[Intro]
It's Zyron Blue, baby
[Verse]
Right now, I'm with a bitch with a back-lift
Front face, front-aim up throw it back, they're bakin'
They don't wanna claim that bag
Last man sent shots at the gang got packed
I dug out his plaits on a counterattack
And my bro-bro splashed, man did him up bad
Racks and Rekky, I got that name
'Cah my head move hot and my blade in hand
I make it cock back, aim let lock in the chamber
Now, I got one in the head (Bow)
I get the drop then take it, pull up
And now, I got one of them 12 boys stressed
Alternate patient, fragrance, had four
Now, we got one of them paigons stressed
When A1 n' J1 got shaved up
Them timеs, that was the latest trend
Skеng, or I step with the sturdy shavers
This not Beckham, the shank won't bend
Cro hit his face with the bell when he kweng
Wasabi and sushi, I'm keeping it ten (Tenco)
They know on your marks, get set
You gotta outrun feds, or the outcome's death
When the outcome's blade or lead
When he flagged that flag's when he made his bed
He got caught outside, we chased him down
And ducked him down, I wet him up (Wet, wet)
Thought no way is he gettin' up
Cro said "In fact, no, don't let him up"
Yeah, they made man dash on Grove
But one got shot and then 2 got peppered up
I'll never cap in the booth, etcetera
When it get time to step, man step it up
I ain't got PTSD, I'm a savage
Nuttin' ain't botherin' me
They pull up and duss, so what I was packin'?
He could've got shot on the P
I done a lot in the beef, that's outside drillin' and robbery sprees
If I got a drop in the 12, lose track of it
Know I'm on top of the beef
Fuck 12, that's feds and them neeks
Been outside flaggin', they're copyin' me
Suttin' got-got on the Green
If we're talkin' colors, it's red on his T (Bluwuu)
And suttin' got dipped in 6
Not 5 'cah they ain't patternin' we
Feed him teeth if we lack on the streets
We pull up on them and they scatter in D
Young boy he don't need, indeed
Went kway and he got his degree in the T
One up in the trap, he's a lonely child
Got fish scales smellin', but not from the sea
Trappin' shoes, want 5 like Jackson
I'm in the booth, never cap when I'm rappin'
I hit that bitch from the back and I said it
In Hop Out, it sound like clappin' (*clap, clap, clap, clap*)
That's the G-9 thumpin'
Try run from me, get fried like dumplin'
Lines jumpin' 'cah this beef needs fundin'
I say that I hate it, but really I love it
From young, knew a savage is what I'm becomin'
She got undercovers, but not undercovers
She know I'm a boss, and I fuck with the rubber
She know I'm a driller, I drill on them niggas
I stay with them killers, just trying to store
I got them dinners I'm givin' to kittens
And this ain't no shit you can buy in the store
Live shots, spinners, and clips, and dingered up whips
I can tell you ain't did it before
Fillin' up clips, same way I filled up his bitch 'cah Sef's gyal is a whore
[Outro]
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