Last Standin (feat. makeyouhitdakurb)

Oh shit, Roger made this one Hold on Aye Yo Jay Aye Got my motion fllippin ' bows in the trap We can go band for band, man for man Take a percs, bad to bad, just mine Have a heart attack, guys spin the band Hop out on your fuckin' man, yeah I'm spinnin' mine Mad bad til I seen that body drop Now they call us motion twins Yeah, we spinnin' blocks and droppin' lows and droppin' tops Yeah, we outside with a 40 with a B Yeah, you say you spinnin' all block What it is and where the fuckin' beat Damn, let me pass this ta chris real quick All y'all fuckin' niggas know what I'm on Yeah, I'm spinnin' with my cracker and they keep a 300 Black out nigga, play with us, we pop a perk Then we finna crack, now better pick your mans up Till we put your man down Spun the block, I spun the block, then I came back around Droppin' sixes, throwin' fives, niggas know what I'm on Niggas say you wanna smoke with me, now that nigga gone F*ck livin' right, yeah, you know I love livin' wrong Yeah, I like to pop a nigga, then put him in my zone Yeah, we smoke that nigga how we smoke Got a bomb, I f*ck the bitch, yeah, I pull it off a fuckin' thong Yeah, I been livin' like that, guess what I'm really here to f*ck around I wrap the nigga up like a Slim Jim Yeah, my niggas been shootin' right above that fuckin' rim Yeah, I pop the niggas two to three right above his fuckin' chin Right above that nigga chin, f*ck around, nigga I don't do this shit for the internet I'm a real life, I park the bitch Yeah, they call me fuckin' Peter Piper Get my nigga five by six for his gold Yeah, he like a sniper, get him in his stomach Yeah, he shit himself, he need a diaper Ever since the G, yeah, you know I've been slingin' iron Yeah, I pop her on a nigga block, what that f*ck is carbon Yeah, I keep that thing on me, who you think you fuckin' robbin' Yeah, I killed your brother, yeah, I had your mama fuckin' sobbin I don't feelin' past this shit, I'm on a trip Y'all niggas know what we on Yeah, G's, what you been doin', bruh Slide gang, what's your twins I'm just a nigga Y'all ain't know me, you could be turnin' on Uh, your mom's phone Damn, aye They be like, Kaka, what you want What you been doin' Yeah, we slingin' dope, out the door What you been wantin' Yeah, we slingin' dogs, droppin' guns I'm a dog, slingin' bulls out the trap Yeah, I got gas, yeah, I got what you need Pop out with a 40 with a B Yeah, we slingin' iron, yeah, we showin' two to three Get him gone, make him hit the fuckin' break You know Kaka never lackin', always got his ARP Told me what the f*ck he eat, yeah AR-15 with a scope, ain't a gotta be Yeah, I got a X-Clip, yeah, we call it magazine Yeah, I'm spinnin' blocks, droppin' loads and coppin' tar Yeah, your shorty's with me Yeah, she want my name, so I pull up, what's the low Yeah, I never lackin', always got my ARP No, she tryin' never lackin', that's why I told her what I eat Ayo, bitches touchin' on my Glock, dotted with my fuckin' dick Spinnin' blocks, gettin' way too dizzy, my ass poppin' 30 This shit get in that mood, so I start feelin' itchy Itchy, itchy, itchy