Dangerous
Play with me, it's over, yeah we hopping out them trucks
And we aiming for yo head so pussy bitch, you better duck
I don't give no fuck
Pop out the cut, we shooting shit up
They should of told you not to fuck with us, my whole gang putting bodies up
Uh, yeah we on em
Hit the corner, ain't no running, we up on em
Yeah, he crucified, seen the bitch up in his eyes
He start letting them bullets flying, he seen death a couple times
Fa-fa-fa, you ain't made for this life up in the street
Matter of fact, that's where we left his up in the fucking street
What you think this is? Fuck with us, must don't want to live
Youngin scheming off the pill, boy that shit for real
I get active, ain't no fighting bitch, ain't no lacking
Aye, swerving
I got demons with me and they purging
Grab the glock, we switching out, hide out at another spot
Yeah, we don't show no love
Shoot these guns with fucking gloves
Fore I sin, I look above, tell em wash all this shit away
Pray for a smooth getaway, yeah this shit dangerous
Made the news, boy yo ass famous
He just made a name, bitch I'm crazy, I'm insane
Seen his life go up in flames, bang bang
You can't fuck with us, we rep the same thang
Aye, he must be suicidal, why he speaking on my name?
Talking crazy on the internet, I'm snatching on your chain
Aye, this bitch must be from Harvard, she be giving me this brain
Jefe in a Scat, I'm chasing all this money switching lanes
Aye, in this cat
Chasing all them racks, I'm flipping all them packs
On the interstate, I'm going fast and 12 can't catch my ass
Shawty be cappin' like she natural, got all that ass
My brudda keep that zaza by the pound, he keep it by the bag
Going 120 up on the dash, and you can't see my tag
Jefe a demon, you try to run up, that boy gon blast
We got the switches on glocks, pussy boy ain't bout' it, all talk
White girl, she love that chalk
Getting cocky, you can tell by my walk
Got the zaza, my brudda got Wok
Got too high, barely could walk
Don't need no strap, get rocked
Well I'm richer than all my opps
He ducking, ain't giving no drop
Got a FN, I keep a Glock
Want a Rollie, just to cop me a watch
Aye, she get nasty when she see some money, she gon' make it drop
Sitting on my lap, this is my strap, bitch this is not my cock
Me and Jefe snapping on these beats, you know this shit gon' knock
And we aiming for yo head so pussy bitch, you better duck
I don't give no fuck
Pop out the cut, we shooting shit up
They should of told you not to fuck with us, my whole gang putting bodies up
Uh, yeah we on em
Hit the corner, ain't no running, we up on em
Yeah, he crucified, seen the bitch up in his eyes
He start letting them bullets flying, he seen death a couple times
Fa-fa-fa, you ain't made for this life up in the street
Matter of fact, that's where we left his up in the fucking street
What you think this is? Fuck with us, must don't want to live
Youngin scheming off the pill, boy that shit for real
I get active, ain't no fighting bitch, ain't no lacking
Aye, swerving
I got demons with me and they purging
Grab the glock, we switching out, hide out at another spot
Yeah, we don't show no love
Shoot these guns with fucking gloves
Fore I sin, I look above, tell em wash all this shit away
Pray for a smooth getaway, yeah this shit dangerous
Made the news, boy yo ass famous
He just made a name, bitch I'm crazy, I'm insane
Seen his life go up in flames, bang bang
You can't fuck with us, we rep the same thang
Aye, he must be suicidal, why he speaking on my name?
Talking crazy on the internet, I'm snatching on your chain
Aye, this bitch must be from Harvard, she be giving me this brain
Jefe in a Scat, I'm chasing all this money switching lanes
Aye, in this cat
Chasing all them racks, I'm flipping all them packs
On the interstate, I'm going fast and 12 can't catch my ass
Shawty be cappin' like she natural, got all that ass
My brudda keep that zaza by the pound, he keep it by the bag
Going 120 up on the dash, and you can't see my tag
Jefe a demon, you try to run up, that boy gon blast
We got the switches on glocks, pussy boy ain't bout' it, all talk
White girl, she love that chalk
Getting cocky, you can tell by my walk
Got the zaza, my brudda got Wok
Got too high, barely could walk
Don't need no strap, get rocked
Well I'm richer than all my opps
He ducking, ain't giving no drop
Got a FN, I keep a Glock
Want a Rollie, just to cop me a watch
Aye, she get nasty when she see some money, she gon' make it drop
Sitting on my lap, this is my strap, bitch this is not my cock
Me and Jefe snapping on these beats, you know this shit gon' knock
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Writer(s): Zachary Tran
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