Guns n' Computers (feat. TTG Wood)

Look They don't get it the way I'm living the money handled Dopeboy, my bitch good, my Son a champion How the f*ck they claim '100' when I made it happen? Ain't no gimmicks or politicking behind the cameras Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral F*ck it, know I never I do enough F*ck it you thinking that's true or some? Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up Reachin' for the riches got the switch and he gon spray on em' Calculated risks from crack of dawn til' the takeover I could take yo baby momma, she love the taste and the makeover But I'm stuck on living life for badder things and the payoff Never lookin back now Arizona Rap sounds I was pushing packs while they mimicking greatest rap albums I remember days where they kicking doors in that crackhouse Daddy on the phone talking murders, I wish he back now Gotta man up, who got the stick? I got man down Pray for a priest, the Barrio has got a plan now Watch us do the race on em' Never leave a trace homie I done been from blocks to blade and brodie put blades on em' Real shit, 304's a couple strippers in the mix Now I could talk about a bag but I been focused on my kid And I done made it out the gutter no more speaking what I did bitch Homicide... TTG, I got that 40 in the ride And I could spin another day but f*ck it for now I let em' die I ain't worried bout these Twitter finger pussies on the other side Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral F*ck it, know I never I do enough F*ck it you thinking that's true or some? Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up Hey, Wood, yeah we going up If them niggas tripping, I'm tripping I'm finna blow em' up I ain't never fold with that pole, I'm tryna get him gone Niggas always talking they Tweetin,' they always on they phone Really out here deep in the field, these niggas on them pills Blues got him thinking he Super-Man, finna get him killed 30 and a 40 with a switch, Arizona baby Niggas out here talking out they neck, they ain't really crazy Free my nigga Savage, he be tripping tryna blow a nigga Did a couple missions for the team, we on go my nigga If you not finna blow yo pole, you can't go my nigga Keep yo head straight, you get knocked off when you don't pay attention Not to mention, niggas really goofy, gotta keep your distance Keep the blower tucked, but on Mommas I'm finna use it though Bad bitch all on my line, I only want the throat If she ain't talking bout money, that bitch gotta go If them niggas talking bout guns, I been trained to go Really activated, they active behind the fucking screen Internet niggas they cappin,' they tryna make a scene But I'm toting 40's and Chop's, messy murder scene Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral F*ck it, know I never I do enough F*ck it you thinking that's true or some? Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up...