Flash talk (feat. Eweezy)

I'm tryna pop out with a chop out Pull up to the low, you know that we gon rock out I ain't gotta say too much cause when I up They find out Who the f*ck they playin' with, nigga I ain't playin' play Nigga and she sweet but my Kool-Aid I ain't gon' lie, when I up it, I'll give his ass a bald fade I fucked up but watch how this shit play If a nigga try to play with bro, I bet he grab drac I done passed the ARP to my nigga Tray Pull up creepin' down this block, he got a 60 on that 8 Ayy, and I got a 100 on his K That bitch got a drum, I'm tryna shoot a nigga face Keep the dough in get on the floor, I'm really hot with it Bro was talkin' beef like when I up it, I don't pop niggas I'm tryna drop niggas, these niggas talkin But ain't shot niggas We really pop niggas, these niggas talkin Till you drop, nigga huh, Why they fuckin' claim like they on it 50 seconds, you know that I really fuckin' on it I see a Opp in the party, you know I'm on it Hop in the whip with that stick on my soul You better blow that My niggas snipers with the shit, they comin Like they Kodak, A nigga come like Jason, get the low and come and face shit Can't hang around the gang, cause my niggas know to take shit ,Think that's the Glock tuck, but that's the clip for the K, bitch My white tuck trippin', hit her ass with KK, bitch Tryna f*ck when you sent a opp low, you know you a lame bitch, my cousin lay, got more pape than you niggas, and that's on gang, bitch Girly, tweakin' about her, man, like I don't be on the same tip I don't even gotta reload, I'm double 50 off the same clip(that's that switch)Still f*ck these hoes and get paid on that same tip Spittin' niggas blocks and poppin' out in that whip, thought you heard Mufasa down that block when we Slid with that striker, back pain, hate Puttin' on that strap for that chopper Hit a nerve with that bullet, now he dancin' like he Sata He was famous on the grim, now takin' pictures with the doctors Talkin' like you really with this shit If you ain't blitzing, shit, you better stop or you'll get hit Cause every time we catch an opp , we bound to hit a hat I don't give a f*ck, cause we don't get no outta that Chit-chat, I'm tryna push this fitted back The only sound I'm tryna hear is that fuckin' click-clack Tryna push this shit back run up quick and blitz fast and get up out That bitch Cause we ain't tryna get caught in no jam Nigga, I'll really run up and blow your mans Talkin' like he active, we'll really pop his ass We don't give a f*ck what niggas sayin', cause we gon' blast Every time we catch a opp, I bet we drop they pussy ass We leavin' stains for real, talkin' like you really hit a brain For real, if you ain't hit a brain, you can't hang with the gang For real, cause all my niggas apes and we got it blick For real, we tryna aim it at his top and hit his neck For real, we tryna aim it at his chest and watch it back For real, I'm tryna 7-6 to a nigga face For real, niggas talkin' all that rah-rah but ain't down and kill All my niggas really in that field and we down to drill We so deep up in this shit, it's like the NFL, But we ain't kickin' no balls, we hittin' niggas heads I'm tryna run up in his crib and knock his ass to bed And leave out the mother fuckin' way before the feds get there