Area 51

I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51
I got troopers, I got shit that make these niggas touch the sun
What you? on I'm on 10, I'll show these niggas where I'm from
Walking through the Florida weather with a 40 and a drum

Fuck nigga really wanna try and test my gangster
Bitch I'll leave red dripping from your shirt just like a painter
Asalamualakum to the pigs and Fuck the haters
If you try me imma have to smoke a nigga like some bacon

Got a knife on the end of the stick that's a spear
Tuck the k you'll never see it bet it make you disappear
Walk around in my block bitch you better disappear
I got a hundred motherfuckers in the back that keep the steel

Aye aye aye young nigga what you got up in the back
That's a rack
Why she say you always gripping on her tracks
She a Nat
Who the one that always talk behind ya back
That's a rat
Hold up wait a minute imma have to come and call you back

Running back home and I give all the stacks to my momma just like I'm posed to
Needed a band just to keep it 100 I'm keeping a stick like a old dude
Choppers acoustic I call it new music my niggas they dropping a bomb
And niggas can't weather the calm the storm here is coming I'm in the upper echelon

I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51
I got troopers, I got shit that make these niggas touch the sun
What you? on I'm on 10, I'll show these niggas where I'm from
Walking through the Florida weather with a 40 and a drum

I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51
I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51
I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51
I'm on the run I keep a gun like I'm in Area 51



Credits
Writer(s): Devian Young
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