Pilot
(I fucking hate you, Keithon, why the fuck would you do that shit?)
We airin' 'em out
5.56, flarin' 'em out (Yeah)
Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real, too real)
Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real)
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that Sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
We see opposition, we bringin' him hell
Get hit with a Glock, you know it's a killer's day
Mac with a muzzle, we shoot at a nigga when shit get to poppin'
We do it the murder way
I keep the extendo, we causing yo' fate
And I ask what the fuck do Tupac taste?
Fuckin' wit us, we got choppas and .40s
We blow it and we gon' shoot at your face
G-G-Go to the trap, get a gun, I'm excited (Trap)
I'm shootin' and trappin', you know I'm a hybrid (Too real)
Our first time rappin', we call this our pilot
My pockets too big, needa go on a diet (Uh-huh)
Number one trapper and I'm not bein' biased
Got a suppressor, I shoot with some silence
Y'all ridin' the wave, y'all surfin', Hawaiians
Don't know what him, he thought it was science
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
I'm killin' the beat, no need for a chorus
Explorin' her body, she callin' me Dora (Hola)
Her body be glowin', just look at her aura (What)
Wanted some jewelry, took her to Sephora (What)
You know the name so don't get it twisted
Ballin' harder than the '85 Pistons
If my boy scores, you know I assisted
I got a charge, but they just dismissed it
Givin' out grief while she giving me neck (What)
Ain't runnin' Nike, but I keep the Tec (Tec)
Call me Shredder the way I'm runnin' through shells (Shells)
I'm not the devil, but I'm givin' them hell (Hell)
Gettin' the green like I'm hangin' with Cell (Cell)
Smokin' on loud, that bitch always smell (Smell)
Claimin' yo' gang, we droppin' the set
You ain't double R, that sounds like death (Uh)
A-A-Ain't no Chess, but we'll put you in check
Y'all niggas some bitches, y'all ain't tryna wreck (What)
Run down on gang, I'm catchin' 'em lackin
That ain't my dick, my pistol is packin'
757, you know what I'm jackin'
Your girl in my bed, you know that I'm smackin'
(Goddamn, what the fuck, that WalkDown pack too good)
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
(Mmh)
We airin' 'em out
5.56, flarin' 'em out (Yeah)
Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real, too real)
Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real)
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that Sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
We see opposition, we bringin' him hell
Get hit with a Glock, you know it's a killer's day
Mac with a muzzle, we shoot at a nigga when shit get to poppin'
We do it the murder way
I keep the extendo, we causing yo' fate
And I ask what the fuck do Tupac taste?
Fuckin' wit us, we got choppas and .40s
We blow it and we gon' shoot at your face
G-G-Go to the trap, get a gun, I'm excited (Trap)
I'm shootin' and trappin', you know I'm a hybrid (Too real)
Our first time rappin', we call this our pilot
My pockets too big, needa go on a diet (Uh-huh)
Number one trapper and I'm not bein' biased
Got a suppressor, I shoot with some silence
Y'all ridin' the wave, y'all surfin', Hawaiians
Don't know what him, he thought it was science
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
I'm killin' the beat, no need for a chorus
Explorin' her body, she callin' me Dora (Hola)
Her body be glowin', just look at her aura (What)
Wanted some jewelry, took her to Sephora (What)
You know the name so don't get it twisted
Ballin' harder than the '85 Pistons
If my boy scores, you know I assisted
I got a charge, but they just dismissed it
Givin' out grief while she giving me neck (What)
Ain't runnin' Nike, but I keep the Tec (Tec)
Call me Shredder the way I'm runnin' through shells (Shells)
I'm not the devil, but I'm givin' them hell (Hell)
Gettin' the green like I'm hangin' with Cell (Cell)
Smokin' on loud, that bitch always smell (Smell)
Claimin' yo' gang, we droppin' the set
You ain't double R, that sounds like death (Uh)
A-A-Ain't no Chess, but we'll put you in check
Y'all niggas some bitches, y'all ain't tryna wreck (What)
Run down on gang, I'm catchin' 'em lackin
That ain't my dick, my pistol is packin'
757, you know what I'm jackin'
Your girl in my bed, you know that I'm smackin'
(Goddamn, what the fuck, that WalkDown pack too good)
Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie
Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)
Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion
He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
(Mmh)
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Writer(s): Daniel Clarke
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