Drastic Measures (feat. TMG Spook)

Hit
Aye

Real Lifer shit

RL4L
(Hit It)

Step in the booth, I got some pressure
Ima give you a lecture
(West Orlando nigga we outchea)

(Hit It, Aye)

Sticks an them dracos
(Touch Down)
We got face
(Hit hit, touch down)
We knock you off the face bro
Aye
(I got some pressure)

Step in the booth, I got some pressure
Finna give you a lecture
No bulletproof when I address ya, I'm a real life steppa'
Toe tags on ya ass, you'll get knocked of the schedule
Lotta gas, body bags, had to drastic the measures
Big dawg, Heavy Weight, These niggas lighter than feathers
Bad broad Chevrolet, finna take her to checkers
And I'm still catching plays servin' out of the Tesla
Bitch I'm like the Ace of Spades, I'm well known flexer

Touchdown, First day out, I might go and take yo bitch
Still Contemplatin' should I buy a glock or cop a stick
Nigga say he in the streets, he might get his ass hit
I'm surrounded by Reallifer's, bout that sack them boys gone blitz
I done really did them bids, I was really taking risks
My momma say stay out that water but I jumped in like a fish
Catch me ridin' through your city, I might pull up in a fint'
On them dubs ridin' sixes and you know them windows tint
Once you pull up in the Lo' arm in the bowl, we whip that wrist
How these niggas think they ballin' but ballin' out on the bench
RealLiferz lurkin' never be lackin' we keep the smith
If a nigga talking issues bout pressure we get him flipped

We gone swing a door, we bout that action
Kwon up the pole and get to cappin
These bitches always fake, I know they actin'
Real Liferz shit, bitch we bout that action
(Lil bitch we bout that action)

Damn I had done did the shit again
2 times I had to flip her and her friend
I doubled back, I'm blowin' kush all in the wind
Smokin' gas man Castro yea this pack 10

Step in the booth, I got some pressure
Finna give you a lecture
No bulletproof when I address ya, I'm a real life steppa'
Toe tags on ya ass, you'll get knocked of the schedule
Lotta gas, body bags, had to drastic the measures
Big dawg, Heavy Weight, These niggas lighter than feathers
Bad broad Chevrolet, finna take her to checkers
And I'm still catching plays servin' out of the Tesla
Bitch I'm like the Ace of Spades, I'm well known flexer

Pop out of the cut, with a glock
I'm tryna drop somethin'
See runnin' off at the mouth'll get you buried
Never been a bitch an I ain't never been scary
I'm a top dog, better yet I'm the boss man
See I'll put a hole in you like a Funyun
Since a youngin' I been outchea after money
On the block with some shooters
An I ain't frontin'
Play it cool but you better not get me mad
Niggas hatin' but I'm still in my bag
Take somethin' from who, you got me fucked up
I hate a nigga who ain't bout it an they act tough
Like I'm the barber, they gon' get touched up
Like I'm they big bro a nigga gon' get roughed up
You think I'm slippin' you a fool mane, good luck
But if I ever catch you slippin' then it's (pop pop)
Don't bother me an I promise I won't bother you
I know some killers with no mind, they'll slaughter you
Body bags, toe tags, what that chopper do?
An we ain't comin' just for you, we want your partner too
Jump out the whip when we come, you better dip
Put you straight up in a casket not a tear
It ain't a nigga God made who I fear
Steady gettin' money, yeah this my year
Big dawg man, you niggas ya lil'

Step in the booth, I got some pressure
Finna give you a lecture
No bulletproof when I address ya, I'm a real life steppa'
Toe tags on ya ass, you'll get knocked of the schedule
Lotta gas, body bags, had to drastic the measures
Big dawg, Heavy Weight, These niggas lighter than feathers
Bad broad Chevrolet, finna take her to checkers
And I'm still catching plays servin' out of the Tesla
Bitch I'm like the Ace of Spades, I'm well known flexer
(Hit It)