Janky

Nahh Forreal Uh, What he tell em Uh, Uh, What he tell em Uh, What he tell em Uh, What he tell em Man I swear to God, I ain't fucking with none of these bitchass niggas ya hear me Nigga don't call me your brother nigga ya hear me Don't call me your cousin We ain't got the same father nigga ya hear me We ain't got the same mother nigga ya hear me F*ck, I shoot at you and whoever nigga (Nahh Forreal I'm telling you) I can't f*ck with these niggas, I swear that they janky Yeah i'm cutting them ties, How the f*ck can you blame me How you say you my brother and don't even claim Nigga start acting different but you know it won't change me Still geeking to hop in that car (Hop out) Get up close, I ain't shooting from afar (Glocks out) If he reach ima send him to the stars (Fa, Fa, Fa) Ain't gotta license but i'm still in them cars Clap a nigga up, That's a round of applause Two dicks in my pants, So I gotta say pause If you know what you know, I been breaking them laws You might go for the win and still might take a loss Uh, Uh Who died Opp pack in the air, Got a nigga too fried None of my niggas dead, Goddamn who died F*ck with me, F*ck with them Man you gotta choose a side (Man you gotta choose a side nigga) That's why I gotta keep a glizzy (Uh,Uh) Spin a block til i'm dizzy Niggas know I get busy Taking that risk so they calling risky And you know he get dropped if he cruddy Speak on Trell but what happened to He ain't die swear to God that he lucky And that shit getting sent if I catch me a He like aye bruh How you know if you hit that nigga Man trust me If you f*ck with them niggas, I take it as f*ck me Steady working my stick, Why the f*ck your shit rusty I got bags for the low, So i'm telling them rush me When we creep on that block, Then you know we get low Coming right thru that circle, Going put on a show Brodie rode down the ave, Put the nine on about four When them shots ranging out Make them boys hit the floor I hopped out on that shit and that nigga try run Bruh he fast as a bitch but ain't fast as the gun Beat the shit out his ass like that nigga my son I be gassing the smoke but I hit licks for fun If I tell him don't run, Then I mean don't trip Got the Glock in my hand, Whipped it right out my dip Looking sweet as a bitch when I let that shit lift I be working some shit that a knock down a cliff I be working some shit that a knock down a ant If you thinking bout robbing me, Know that you can't Hopping out of that car make a f*ck nigga dance If you know what you know Then we bagging your mans If we bagging your mans, Then we bagging your cousin Yeah I fumbled the stick but you know I recovered Drop them shots on your rip and I tell you it's nothing If the beef ain't bout nothing, I turn it to something I got one in the head and you know I can't lack When I let him see light, He was hit with two shots If you know what you know, Bruh was hit in the back And I know he was hit cause he ain't even click back I know three-four-five niggas, That I know gotta die Fish they block at like six, Around seven it's live Take a trip out of state and I'm tossing Yeah you might've found me but how the f*ck is you solving the crime Twelve snatched me up, Hell nah I ain't dropping a dime And they offered me a plea Then I told em yeah that's just fine And they got me on papers But I still stay tight with that iron It's a war outside, So you know I can't lack I been hitting them licks, Swear to God that's a fact If the nigga try run, Then I hit him in the back He try step in the field and you know he got sacked Too much shit going on, So I gotta move tact I'm still chasing the money, Still chasing them racks Man i'm cutting them ties cause them niggas be hot I remember the day that twelve ran in spot Had to take me a L but you know I bounced back And i'm popping his top if the nigga be cap You don't wanna see me and Slime pop out that back He lack, That's a dirt nap When them shots, It get sent Man you know you can't reverse that