Risky (feat. WC Steph)
(Boom, Boom, Boom, nigga)
(Fuck the opps whole lotta that shit)
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing
My windows ain't tinted
This Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business
The opps be tripping and most of them tryna play friendly
Fuck all the opps and they siblings
Shit can get risky
Don't ever start it but finish
Niggas sneak diss for attention shit
Let's get it ima make more in the ending
30 rounds 40s and 50s let's keep it pretty if not we aim at yo fitted
Really this shit can get ugly
I can't wait to bust em you know I been plotting on sum
And they the let the GD's in the door why you ain't feeling that
You ever drop the rakes and that's on sight don't think this cappin rap
I seen a opp I'm stamping that Fuck Double 0 they boys some rats
I see the whip I shot at that they shot at me and I shoot back
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing this Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business the oops be tripping
And most of them tryna play friendly
Risk for rich kno ima take it
You can keep the internet shit I don't play that
Feel like I'm lacking them you better spray that
All this cheese round me I don't kno rats
I don't know what you did
You gotta show me that 5% tint in the whip I do not lack
Say he a shooter but he got a pro mag
Fuck the clique up bitch we sticked up Grabba leaf
What I smoke don't want no swisher
All the oops get hit up
Don't make a nigga get sent up hang him or the wall or frame a picture
I'm different from all these rappers No
I do not stutter what I say really is factual
Ima get slick like some butter he tough but I'm tougher
I really don't fight over nothing
I get you one way or another
Got shots like henny my pistol won't jam when I up it
Im gangster for real bitches love it
The pussy ass cappers be rapping
Now say shit backwards pussy rappers be capping
So cut all the acting out ima get straight to subtracting
Lil bro gone get put on a sweater
Im putting my mans on kno ima aim for a vest
I really been getting to fed up and feeling
I'm next bra pussy ass y'all can not catch up
Come over here ima bless you I ride with a Glock a stick I'm next
You mad cause I got me a job I get off the clock to come spin a block
My niggas be trapping and swiping them cards not me
Cause I don't give a fuck bout a drop
But wait wait wait better back tf up I'm with my G's and we MAC tf up
Sneak diss me gone get clap the fuck up gove a fuck
How you feel cause I'm strap tf up
We got shit that put niggas in cemeteries
Glock don't got a light but lit shit up like it was February
Wait I said too much I need the hook back in at once
Give af bouta rapper you can get punch you a chump
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing my windows ain't tinted
This Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business
The oops be tripping and most of them tryna play friendly
(RICHHH)
(Fuck the opps whole lotta that shit)
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing
My windows ain't tinted
This Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business
The opps be tripping and most of them tryna play friendly
Fuck all the opps and they siblings
Shit can get risky
Don't ever start it but finish
Niggas sneak diss for attention shit
Let's get it ima make more in the ending
30 rounds 40s and 50s let's keep it pretty if not we aim at yo fitted
Really this shit can get ugly
I can't wait to bust em you know I been plotting on sum
And they the let the GD's in the door why you ain't feeling that
You ever drop the rakes and that's on sight don't think this cappin rap
I seen a opp I'm stamping that Fuck Double 0 they boys some rats
I see the whip I shot at that they shot at me and I shoot back
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing this Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business the oops be tripping
And most of them tryna play friendly
Risk for rich kno ima take it
You can keep the internet shit I don't play that
Feel like I'm lacking them you better spray that
All this cheese round me I don't kno rats
I don't know what you did
You gotta show me that 5% tint in the whip I do not lack
Say he a shooter but he got a pro mag
Fuck the clique up bitch we sticked up Grabba leaf
What I smoke don't want no swisher
All the oops get hit up
Don't make a nigga get sent up hang him or the wall or frame a picture
I'm different from all these rappers No
I do not stutter what I say really is factual
Ima get slick like some butter he tough but I'm tougher
I really don't fight over nothing
I get you one way or another
Got shots like henny my pistol won't jam when I up it
Im gangster for real bitches love it
The pussy ass cappers be rapping
Now say shit backwards pussy rappers be capping
So cut all the acting out ima get straight to subtracting
Lil bro gone get put on a sweater
Im putting my mans on kno ima aim for a vest
I really been getting to fed up and feeling
I'm next bra pussy ass y'all can not catch up
Come over here ima bless you I ride with a Glock a stick I'm next
You mad cause I got me a job I get off the clock to come spin a block
My niggas be trapping and swiping them cards not me
Cause I don't give a fuck bout a drop
But wait wait wait better back tf up I'm with my G's and we MAC tf up
Sneak diss me gone get clap the fuck up gove a fuck
How you feel cause I'm strap tf up
We got shit that put niggas in cemeteries
Glock don't got a light but lit shit up like it was February
Wait I said too much I need the hook back in at once
Give af bouta rapper you can get punch you a chump
If You pull up on me better dump it
The opps be shooting at nothing I'm thinking it's funny
I might go shoot at my cousin
I'll wrap his ass up in white he look like a mummy
I'm sliding round like it's nothing my windows ain't tinted
This Glock you know ima buss
Don't speak when it come to that business
The oops be tripping and most of them tryna play friendly
(RICHHH)
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Writer(s): Jonathan Russell, Stephen Blanding
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