over yonder

Fah, fah, f*ck wait what the f*ck, fah Aye you better watch out bruh, aye you know I need that Where you get that from bro, I need that bro F*ck, f*ck, aye you know I need that, f*ck Talkin about the gang, you get run down I'm gone pull up to your block with a hundred round And we don't got these little clips, we got drums now Why the hell you wanna move here this ain't a fun town We got these guns and you know that we ready I won't share nothing, I won't share a penny We packing artillery, shit be heavy Aim at your top, it pop like confetti What the f*ck you doing, why you ain't ready? I hit like a bear, but I'm not no teddy F*ck, F*ck Nigga washed up, your music is dead Nigga I did that, you ain't give me cred He got a earpiece on, he a fed Fah, Fah I sleep wit my gun in the bed F*ck, zaza in my system, it be controlling my head It be controlling what I'm seeing, It be controlling my images When I get up on that za, I just be feeling delirious I got curry in my clip, if a nigga feel curious I ain't missing no shots, I ain't missing that shot I got purple jeans but they not purple Hit a nigga with a Steve Urkel My blick snap, like a turtle I call my gun, Big Bertha Zaza green, it look earthy I smoke weed, I don't pop percies You say you working, you not working You say you gonna change, it's not working I make plays, got the block working About to cook, get the pot working That shit got me thinking got my top working F*ck You hand me a blunt, I will not light it Fah, Fah I'm not trying to get laced They ain't even know I did it, I had a mask on my face That's just how I do it Ran out of ammo with the gun I just threw it Little ass car you got we bout to move it Nigga I speak to the money, I'm fluent Nigga you capping, you not gonna do it You a straight capper I just be rhyming words together, I am not a rapper I just pop out with my drip, I be looking dapper