Started That

(R8!) We was trapping, up out of evicted houses F*ck a notice, them crackas can’t kick me out it Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted It’ll blow ya brains out, so don’t think about it We send you to the coroner, on Michigan If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in We gon’ keep wetting y’all up, you amphibian Ain’t no relent when we bent, we ain’t pitying go Thank the Lord for the chances he gave me, ‘luminati gave offers to sell my soul F*ck the fame, and the fortune, my sacrifice Dubbed they deals, don’t regret, choose to my live my life Independent “No Genre”, I started that With some cold blooded killers, that off ya cap Ran these streets to be trill, don’t know nothing else Tried to sell me some gas, wasn’t good at that I’m turned out my body, ain’t no drugs up in ‘em I’m lit in real life, I got plenty adrenaline I slime that lil' nigga, hit him with the venom That Cobra gon’ touch 'em, and rip through his linen I’m feeling lil ma’, with her dark complexion I'ma cum in her, add to my art collection And like me, she grab looks when she start to stepping She ain’t corny, or wearing no heart that’s pendant Tried to hit me some licks, turned a specialty Ask these niggas from my hood, ain’t serving me Spin the curb your whole set, yeah they heard of me Talking down, all these niggas know how to do Pillow talking to females, be captain savers Romey Rome in the system, he carving shanks He be making ‘bout, like 2-3 everyday He don’t play, he stay safe where his body lay We was trapping, up out of evicted houses F*ck a notice, them crackas can’t kick me out it Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted It’ll blow ya brains out, so don’t think about it We send you to the coroner, on Michigan If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in We gon’ keep wetting y’all up, you amphibian Ain’t no relent when we bent, we ain’t pitying go Don’t gang bang tossing snakes, it’s still EBK For my bro, tried to order a hit Took the whole set, them niggas ain’t shit Respect in these streets, it’s legit It’s still smoke ?, then lil pussy let’s hit Drop a opp, I ain’t never set trip Glock 22, put that bih on the clip Put that boy on the news, left his family grieving We get perkys from Mass', and we serve ‘em the same As we serving ‘em xannys, that boy, and that ‘caine And Jhet Skey ain’t no shooter, but still he got aim Just like me, but I do not shoot in a range If you cool with them niggas, you dragged into it Black on Black violence, we adding to it I'ma hunch on this bitch, and then smash into it And I’m blowing it out, once her back into it You a bitch, 'cause you snitched on your mans 'Cause your bitch cheated on you, with Lance Acne jeans, shirt Dior came from France Splat on all white air ones, these ain’t Champ Like 4 of us, f*ck they whole camp They some bitches, I swear when they see me they won’t glance Heads drop they mouths shut, niggas really be scared Blowing smoke in they face, in the VIP We was trapping, up out of evicted houses F*ck a notice, them crackas can’t kick me out it Got a scope, right on top of the .50 mounted It’ll blow ya brains out, so don’t think about it We send you to the coroner, on Michigan If you play me like a hoe, we could get it in We gon’ keep wetting y’all up, you amphibian Ain’t no relent when we bent, we ain’t pitying go Ain’t standing inside, they ain’t next to me They broke boys, they be steady be copping pleas Squashing beef, we ain’t in that no hoe in me Head ups live, if you want it let’s go Ain’t on beat but I am, check my flow Top 5 in all Orlando, they know