Risk Takin

What up Bam
What's the deal Tiz

These niggas lost they need a page up out my book I'm really that
Ain't gotta speak no more can fuck her off the look
Just got the bag that's how my phone been slapping it's already shook
Brodie a chef up in that lab but it ain't food that's getting cooked
My nigga beez with me you know he stay on tip watch how you play it
Know a lot of niggas hating hard we ain't even made it
Just left beechwood with a couple bags I had to grab the latest
Had to tell her we can kick it but I ain't into the dating
Damn near seee why you in love with yo lil hoe the way she top me
Cant afford the way I'm living quit trying to do it you ain't like me
Mad as hell I fucked around and spilled some drank up on a white tee
Call up chop you know he down to put yo ass on a white tee
I don't know them niggas all the niggas with me throwing fours
I ain't coming in the club if I can get in with my pole
I'm high as hell keep rolling up them perks got me in my mode
Shorty keep staring finna take her to the crib and do her bold

Aye jay remember when them niggas pulled up on us
Pulled in the cade and swore to god they was gone get up on us
Them niggas bitches It get wicked when I'm in that moment
Spin out on them niggas catch a body drop that's a bonus
Man these niggas poor you got kicked out now yo pussy ass homeless
Stabbed me in my back ain't a looking back knew yo ass had a motive
If It was a problem you would know cause I'm giving a notice
I get tunnel vision with that bag I swear I won't lose focus
If I breathe up on the beat its a heated component
Man these niggas doing ninety in a thirty they loaded
If a nigga step up to my plate considered an opponent
Ima up the Sig and split his wig boy that's niggas goner
Cut his body send him to the lord now he's an organ donor
I can't let em get the ups on me that why I got this blower
Run em over with the cut chopped em down like a mower
If it's any pressure bout that bitch tell em to say It slower

Rose from the concrete I then got into my bag
I either hammed em or I took his bitch I know why he mad
He took too long to blow the pole his ass had got lagged
Never know niggas intentions so I gotta keep the mag
Had to block this basic bitch she was getting on my nerves
Gotta show me yo actions I can't trust you off yo words
Got the drop on these niggas finna send my boys to lurk
Just cause they say they RP that don't mean they real perks
See I can still move a bow but I'm really into scamming
You just gotta bring some chicken I can show you how to ham em
Jack the brought the drake out shit you know he trying to blah it
I been high three days straight shit I'm just now landing
Fell out with my day ones a couple niggas had to go
When I first started rapping niggas took me as a joke
But now these niggas wave riding they know that I'm the goat
I'm off the perks and some drank but you bitch gone drive the boat



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Writer(s): Jessie Young
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