The Wire (feat. Jdot Breezy)
(Damn, Taivo, that shit go hard)
(Ayy, Woodz)
They tryna give my nigga life, shit, I just gave the lawyer ten
No pot to piss in, now I'm the shit, a nigga playin' with them bands
I do it off the love, feel like my nigga life inside my hands
Can't let him sit, he called me from the jail, said, "Bro, I got a plan"
What they going for? Get three P's and send 'em to my mans
Just power up, don't never go back down, just thank me in advance
If I fall, you gotta catch my slack, the ball inside your hands
Just keep it street, don't talk to no police 'cause that'll get you blammed, uh
Niggas show they bitch-made, I can't really vibe with 'em
'Til the death, I'm 6K, my Ku niggas, I ride with 'em
Screamin', "Fuck the other side" 'cause everybody can die with 'em
Pull up with that Hellcat and he gon' need a hospital
Big Glock, four-nick' with a dick'll make a gangster nigga tick-tock
I be with the shits, I bang the stick and make his shit lock
Bitch niggas get smashed on the 'Gram tryna be Chris Rock
Hit him in his head with that fire and watch his shit drop
Been on 'Wock for about a week now (about a week now), still taste Tris (still taste Tris)
She been eatin' cock for about a week (about a week), bet the bitch still taste dick (uh)
These niggas ain't stepping on it good enough, they still taste fent' (they ain't took that shit)
Ain't gotta kill him, he might take a Perc' and die from the bitch (and die from the bitch)
It go five, four, blitz, no, I ain't talking 'bout no hits (no, I ain't talking 'bout no)
Gotta play it smooth, you know five-oh listen to my shit (five-oh listen to my shit)
Bruh say he cool, he gon' sit, he want me to focus on this (focus on other shit)
And I know long as that nigga breathing, he gon' be a loafin' bitch (he gon' be a loafin')
Okay, my head a gold trophy, get this token and you rich (and you rich)
My niggas still got cases open, we just hopin' they dismissed (hopin' they dismissed)
Don't compare me to them niggas, I ain't that and they ain't this (I ain't that and they ain't)
Real Evergreen baby, ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick (ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick)
Don't think I'm slippin', but I'm mad 'cause them crackers took my stick (them crackers took my)
This year alone, I spent a bag and they keep takin' all my shit (they keep takin' all my)
Number one on they list, I ain't braggin', bitch, I'm pissed (I ain't bragging, bitch, I'm)
They mad a street nigga havin', feel like Boosie and Savage back in '06 ('06)
This nigga I'm with, he don't miss (no), ayy, fuck the chance, we take the risk (take the risk)
Seen pots and pans make a brick, I seen my mans take his lick (seen my mans take his)
Spent 'bout a band on this kit, two hundred for the extra clips (two hundred for)
The pints cheap, we take a trip (we take a trip), the ice sweet, take a sip (ayy, take a sip)
I might be on a pill, youngin shoot like Spike Lee behind the film (Spike Lee)
Say he a ghost, you barely see him, he like me on the real (he like me)
That's like Leek on a drill, ayy, what's the tab? I pay the bill (I pay the bill)
Wonder what God say when he hear niggas pray before they kill (when niggas pray before)
(Ayy, Woodz)
They tryna give my nigga life, shit, I just gave the lawyer ten
No pot to piss in, now I'm the shit, a nigga playin' with them bands
I do it off the love, feel like my nigga life inside my hands
Can't let him sit, he called me from the jail, said, "Bro, I got a plan"
What they going for? Get three P's and send 'em to my mans
Just power up, don't never go back down, just thank me in advance
If I fall, you gotta catch my slack, the ball inside your hands
Just keep it street, don't talk to no police 'cause that'll get you blammed, uh
Niggas show they bitch-made, I can't really vibe with 'em
'Til the death, I'm 6K, my Ku niggas, I ride with 'em
Screamin', "Fuck the other side" 'cause everybody can die with 'em
Pull up with that Hellcat and he gon' need a hospital
Big Glock, four-nick' with a dick'll make a gangster nigga tick-tock
I be with the shits, I bang the stick and make his shit lock
Bitch niggas get smashed on the 'Gram tryna be Chris Rock
Hit him in his head with that fire and watch his shit drop
Been on 'Wock for about a week now (about a week now), still taste Tris (still taste Tris)
She been eatin' cock for about a week (about a week), bet the bitch still taste dick (uh)
These niggas ain't stepping on it good enough, they still taste fent' (they ain't took that shit)
Ain't gotta kill him, he might take a Perc' and die from the bitch (and die from the bitch)
It go five, four, blitz, no, I ain't talking 'bout no hits (no, I ain't talking 'bout no)
Gotta play it smooth, you know five-oh listen to my shit (five-oh listen to my shit)
Bruh say he cool, he gon' sit, he want me to focus on this (focus on other shit)
And I know long as that nigga breathing, he gon' be a loafin' bitch (he gon' be a loafin')
Okay, my head a gold trophy, get this token and you rich (and you rich)
My niggas still got cases open, we just hopin' they dismissed (hopin' they dismissed)
Don't compare me to them niggas, I ain't that and they ain't this (I ain't that and they ain't)
Real Evergreen baby, ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick (ask Chi Chi, Connie, and Slick)
Don't think I'm slippin', but I'm mad 'cause them crackers took my stick (them crackers took my)
This year alone, I spent a bag and they keep takin' all my shit (they keep takin' all my)
Number one on they list, I ain't braggin', bitch, I'm pissed (I ain't bragging, bitch, I'm)
They mad a street nigga havin', feel like Boosie and Savage back in '06 ('06)
This nigga I'm with, he don't miss (no), ayy, fuck the chance, we take the risk (take the risk)
Seen pots and pans make a brick, I seen my mans take his lick (seen my mans take his)
Spent 'bout a band on this kit, two hundred for the extra clips (two hundred for)
The pints cheap, we take a trip (we take a trip), the ice sweet, take a sip (ayy, take a sip)
I might be on a pill, youngin shoot like Spike Lee behind the film (Spike Lee)
Say he a ghost, you barely see him, he like me on the real (he like me)
That's like Leek on a drill, ayy, what's the tab? I pay the bill (I pay the bill)
Wonder what God say when he hear niggas pray before they kill (when niggas pray before)
Credits
Writer(s): Janarious Wheeler, Daryl Woods, Jacourey Rivers, Hannes Heissmeyer
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