Sweets

A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough They pull up a mile away and shoot But i couldn't hide today You got your niggas inside of the building But i'm betting mine will spray Now i gotta find a way cos some of my niggas inside the cage I'm tryna light the way but you know my nigga he like the gauge All of these trappers ain't rappers They just good at chatting the shit rolling off of their tongue They said it's mind over matter or maybe the latter No matter u still getting spun and if I'm outside, gotta run Coz this pack a punch like I'm slapping a gun I don't need u or the gram I could show all these people that double A really the one If I took an L today Hood and a hat, hop in the back Deliver a world of pain I got a pack, trippidy trap But u couldn't sell the eighth and they think the world'll wait So if a nigga tripping, maybe pistol whip him wid a 12 or 8 and know u ain't fucking wid Daamez A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough 8 bar hit him up Now I gotta bell the morgue Cutting like bells and swords I said it but they couldn't tell before Sending them 16s like a beam Equipped for a world of war I hit like a freight train Ima knock a nigga off the rails for sure I gotta blow F*ck all the talking and bring me the doe Gaucho the platter and patten a coat Spinning the whip like I brought in a bowl U best get a grip when I'm touching the soul Hate it when I hit the track Coz watch em shivering down to the bone I'm tryna find where the money at You got the drop then I beg u just pick up the phone Hop in the whip back in a bit I'm ready to go I got a bunch of niggas that r down when I'm ready to roll He moving mad and he know If he tryna violate one of the bros Popping up one eye is closed This shit burn a whole through the side of the clothes A, pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough Pull up knee deep we got sweets in the truck I call him my shooter so my nigga hit em up Semi sweep skeet skeet turn them ashes into dust Swear it came with 30 but he couldn't get enough