WTF

(Ayo, C, what you tellin' 'em) (Papa, you get?) I don't pop pills, I do drills (I do) Cook down opps with this portable grill I love the thrill, when we spin them wheels See man get hit and squeal (ahh, bitch) Feel the bullets like rain (baow) They're quicker than trains Chest shot faint, he's a strain No human can survive this pain But I've seen stranger things, like Mike A opp boy died and got revived (how?) What a life Ten toes down with my knife I'm in the nine, who's tryna slice (bang, bang) Run up on who? You must wanna die (wanna die) I'll show you I don't lie in my rhymes Baddie with a fatty, call me daddy Hmm, she look good like candy Grab on her neck like Randy Told her give me dome like sandy I'm horny as hell, I'm sipping on brandy (Hennessy, Hennessy) Two fingers, but comes in handy Look at her pussy get splashy Wet Then I hit it from back 'til I sweat If I nut quick, I'm in your debt (mm-hm, that's true) Until I bruck down revenge (yes) Ask them boy there (ask 'em) The get backs intense Yo, I'm smoking ya dead He's dead, stretched, no hospital bed I smoke that yute before bed (I do) I'm venomous, I can't change Nine or eight, get tanned and sprayed He prayed, looked down and said, "Rah, I'm here I'm quay" (I'm quay, oh my god) Send that yute to the sky (the sky) And I ain't gonna lie (no lie), I'm just living my life (my life) Single shots, die from one I'm high as fuck, got shh ina blunt L-L-Let's go on a hunt I wanna capture one (I do) I hope them niggas don't run Like, "Rah, are you dum?" (Are you dum?) Come here you lil' punk Wait, he's civilian Yo broski, get off the paves Before you get whipped like a fucking slave And wake up in the darkest cave No gulag 'round here (nah) Make sure it's certain (wait, that nigga) Before we burst 'em, but if a civ' got slapped widda opp Tell him he's good, it wasn't on purpose (my bad) Next time dodge, stop being worthless Chill with them, get caught with them Get hurt like them, who really who cares? (Who?) Now shh I see three man by the steps You got right, I go left This shit can't go left Pow (on my god) Make dem understand they ain't running shit (nah) All they do is run from the blicks Runway faster, when it goes click (oh, man) Click (oh, damn) Click (goddamn) What the fuck? How you chat online but ya life is a lie Ain't gonna lie, you gotta to die When I step, I use my left and right I got my Glock and knife (and knife) Pree the strive when I strike (grrah) Got aim, hit man off his bike Bullets enter ya skin like spikes If we see more (spine the block and crash) Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow) When I step, I use my left and right I got my Glock and knife (and knife) Pree the strive when I strike (grrah) Got aim, hit man off his bike Bullets enter ya skin like spikes If we see more (spine the block and crash) Yo, let take out the trash, grrah (baow, baow, baow)