Causing Havoc (feat. Shaun 2x)
My niggas get active, try to run up and get blasted
We in the car and we dashin' and we just gassin'
All of my niggas is cashin', hop on the beat then I'm spazzin'
I'm a lil savage, if you want smoke you can have it
'Cause I got that heat like a dragon
We causing havoc, ending his life gon' be tragic
Patchin' the opps is a habit, I'm never lackin'
Try to run up then I'm clappin'
My niggas keep them a ratchet, catch 'em traffic
And I still tote automatics, if she want dick she can have it
I'm matchin' the ZaZa y'all smoking Reginald
She call me "papa" I'm on a pedestal
He gon' knock off if he right next to you
Imma kill all y'all 'til it's no rest of you
I gotta escape, vanish
Hit his ass now he needing a bandage
I pull up to the show, they be like "here he go"
They be asking me how do I manage
Hella bitches you know I got options, pop me a Perc got me feeling real nauseous
And I still got that heat and you know imma blow, so lil nigga just take a precaution
We sending shots but they don't seem to be out
You know I'm on go 'cause I just brung the heat out
I'm giving her dick while we up in the treehouse
They all on my dick, they should get on they knees now
(They should just get on they fucking knees)
Pants hangin' off my ass nigga, I don't got class nigga
If you want smoke let it blast nigga
In the coupe, do the dash nigga and I'm making cash nigga
Y'all niggas really broke get a bag nigga
And I never was a sad nigga now I'm gettin' mad nigga
We gon' hop out with the Mac nigga
And I'm still in the back nigga and I never lack nigga
If he run up he get clapped nigga
I got a Glock with a drum, run up on me and get shot like you dumb
Niggas be cappin' they really be dumb
I'm shootin' my Glock that shit stuck to my thumb
Bad bitch in the coupe finna top me
I'm feelin' stuck like I'm in a Fortnite lobby
She gave me brain inside of a Porta Potty
She a lil freak I tell that bitch you so naughty (You a naughty lil bitch)
It's something about it I cannot explain
Them bullets come hummin' they aimed at ya brain
A chop or a 40? I'm going insane, can't make up my mind 'cause this shit ain't no game
Whole 'lotta flexing I do this shit often, I'm spending this money don't care what it's costin'
He talkin' shit we put him in a coffin, I swam in her pussy like I was a dolphin
Suck on my dick and get hit with a beam
Hop out the cut with a cup full of lean
Y'all niggas bitch y'all can't fuck with my team,
She sucking my thing but it's not what it seem
She sucking my thing but it's not what it seem
Fuck all these friends bitch I'm stacking my green
Don't gotta ask that I'm doing my thing
If you look at my face you can tell that I'm mean
We leave your body right there on the scene, leave you dead in a lake while drift down the stream
Niggas be hoes man they really green if run up on me you get hit in your spleen
Aye, I pledge allegiance to my gang
I catch a opp I let it bang
If I get caught, won't say no names
'Cause this street shit is not no game
We got the chops in this bitch, you get popped in this bitch
Trying to box in this bitch
And we still gettin' lit
We still up in traffic we just been hotboxin' and shit
(Hotboxin' and shit)
We in the car and we dashin' and we just gassin'
All of my niggas is cashin', hop on the beat then I'm spazzin'
I'm a lil savage, if you want smoke you can have it
'Cause I got that heat like a dragon
We causing havoc, ending his life gon' be tragic
Patchin' the opps is a habit, I'm never lackin'
Try to run up then I'm clappin'
My niggas keep them a ratchet, catch 'em traffic
And I still tote automatics, if she want dick she can have it
I'm matchin' the ZaZa y'all smoking Reginald
She call me "papa" I'm on a pedestal
He gon' knock off if he right next to you
Imma kill all y'all 'til it's no rest of you
I gotta escape, vanish
Hit his ass now he needing a bandage
I pull up to the show, they be like "here he go"
They be asking me how do I manage
Hella bitches you know I got options, pop me a Perc got me feeling real nauseous
And I still got that heat and you know imma blow, so lil nigga just take a precaution
We sending shots but they don't seem to be out
You know I'm on go 'cause I just brung the heat out
I'm giving her dick while we up in the treehouse
They all on my dick, they should get on they knees now
(They should just get on they fucking knees)
Pants hangin' off my ass nigga, I don't got class nigga
If you want smoke let it blast nigga
In the coupe, do the dash nigga and I'm making cash nigga
Y'all niggas really broke get a bag nigga
And I never was a sad nigga now I'm gettin' mad nigga
We gon' hop out with the Mac nigga
And I'm still in the back nigga and I never lack nigga
If he run up he get clapped nigga
I got a Glock with a drum, run up on me and get shot like you dumb
Niggas be cappin' they really be dumb
I'm shootin' my Glock that shit stuck to my thumb
Bad bitch in the coupe finna top me
I'm feelin' stuck like I'm in a Fortnite lobby
She gave me brain inside of a Porta Potty
She a lil freak I tell that bitch you so naughty (You a naughty lil bitch)
It's something about it I cannot explain
Them bullets come hummin' they aimed at ya brain
A chop or a 40? I'm going insane, can't make up my mind 'cause this shit ain't no game
Whole 'lotta flexing I do this shit often, I'm spending this money don't care what it's costin'
He talkin' shit we put him in a coffin, I swam in her pussy like I was a dolphin
Suck on my dick and get hit with a beam
Hop out the cut with a cup full of lean
Y'all niggas bitch y'all can't fuck with my team,
She sucking my thing but it's not what it seem
She sucking my thing but it's not what it seem
Fuck all these friends bitch I'm stacking my green
Don't gotta ask that I'm doing my thing
If you look at my face you can tell that I'm mean
We leave your body right there on the scene, leave you dead in a lake while drift down the stream
Niggas be hoes man they really green if run up on me you get hit in your spleen
Aye, I pledge allegiance to my gang
I catch a opp I let it bang
If I get caught, won't say no names
'Cause this street shit is not no game
We got the chops in this bitch, you get popped in this bitch
Trying to box in this bitch
And we still gettin' lit
We still up in traffic we just been hotboxin' and shit
(Hotboxin' and shit)
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