InActive
Took death on a blind date, we ain't score
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
These jealous niggas actin
Bounce out get to clappin
Yeah we did it, if they ask don't know who smacked em
His pants cost more then what's up in his pockets
How he braggin
Say hе had his shit a stack
I'm a boss these niggas averagе
Turn your bro into a vacant, free my niggas out that system
Got them bands, then we gon strip em
Took his shoes, couldn't even fit em
Aye, doing the dash with the racks up in the middle, aye
Catch a sucker outta bounds and we gon drill em, aye
For the good we doing bad
Bro gon blast, without no mask
Boy five bands, that ain't no racks
It cost that, to get em whacked
Uh uh, I'm like hold up wait a minute
Girl you fine you need a ticket
Called da opp completed mission
Took death on a blind date, we ain't score
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
They killed his dawg he post a pic, but he ain't spill nothin
He hella mad, actin like he wanna drill some
On the ground, with a gun like he activated
Homie pulled up, in a rental but he hesitated
Right now this the moment, this what true to you
Niggas killed yo roll dawg, what you gonna do
If you can't do the time, then don't do the crime
50/50 chance won't make it, ain't no room to cry
Monster, me and trey thuggin in the six trey
Rag top Chevy cuz, in the basket at the play
Kick em out he copped out, ain't no room for dat
To keep it hood, i just wanna get my shooters back
Took death on a blind date, we ain't score
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just acting
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
These jealous niggas actin
Bounce out get to clappin
Yeah we did it, if they ask don't know who smacked em
His pants cost more then what's up in his pockets
How he braggin
Say hе had his shit a stack
I'm a boss these niggas averagе
Turn your bro into a vacant, free my niggas out that system
Got them bands, then we gon strip em
Took his shoes, couldn't even fit em
Aye, doing the dash with the racks up in the middle, aye
Catch a sucker outta bounds and we gon drill em, aye
For the good we doing bad
Bro gon blast, without no mask
Boy five bands, that ain't no racks
It cost that, to get em whacked
Uh uh, I'm like hold up wait a minute
Girl you fine you need a ticket
Called da opp completed mission
Took death on a blind date, we ain't score
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
They killed his dawg he post a pic, but he ain't spill nothin
He hella mad, actin like he wanna drill some
On the ground, with a gun like he activated
Homie pulled up, in a rental but he hesitated
Right now this the moment, this what true to you
Niggas killed yo roll dawg, what you gonna do
If you can't do the time, then don't do the crime
50/50 chance won't make it, ain't no room to cry
Monster, me and trey thuggin in the six trey
Rag top Chevy cuz, in the basket at the play
Kick em out he copped out, ain't no room for dat
To keep it hood, i just wanna get my shooters back
Took death on a blind date, we ain't score
You bounced out like Cuba Gooding, JR during the war
Four for ten, he copped out, nigga no completion
If we catch em in the hood, cuh we gon beat em
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just actin
He ain't active, he inactive
You could tell by his gram, he just acting
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Writer(s): Juwon Lee, Branden Mcnair, Da'monte Lyles, Na Williams, Gustavo Gonzalez
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