Navy Seals

Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh
Don't take them shits, then pressed on pills, uh
Take them hoes' phones when they here
I gotta move every last pack in here
It's the first, I gotta pay some bills
Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal
I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers
Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whеnever I got that steel
Then crackеrs bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years?
But that's just how it is
Trappin' and rappin' and runnin' up Ms
My mama told me to guard your eyes and guard your fuckin' ears
So what that mean, lil' nigga? You gotta watch out for what you hear
These niggas'll tell you some bullshit and tell you it's real spill
Nigga, that's real deal
Uh, get it how we live
I know whoopty whoop done smacked a nigga, he got real kills
Whoopty whoop shot what's his name, nigga, they on real drills
I lost that cheese up on that plane, nigga, I shed real tears
I'm tryna get back still

Uh, nigga, I dare a nigga to slap me like he Will Smith
I get that dial, I pull up a hundred guns just like I'm Tip
Woo, woo, kill that boy, I fuck with Kill Bill
Play with B, I eat your plate just like a Sunday meal (Yeah)

Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh
Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh
Take them hoes' phones when they here
I gotta move every last pack in here
It's the first, I gotta pay some bills
Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal
I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers
Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel
Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years?
But that's just how it is

That just how it be
Lil Syko and Lil Crix a Blood, why the fuck they signed to me?
'Cause nothin' bigger than the B and that's just how I see it
I'm the last man standin', don't nothin' come behind the Z
Cross a nigga out, swap a nigga out, I'm rockin' how I please
I got different gangs, differents states ridin' for me
And off top, Kodak the boss, that mean they slidin' for me
I just been vibin', I start wildin' again and fire up the streets
I'm a real hitter, I don't need no hitter, real niggas vouching

And I ain't talkin' 'bout Massachusetts, but I fuck with Boston
I let my power hit that powder, now he Kodak Boppin'
I was on route with them Dilaudids, I was sellin' Roxies
Thirty for the D's

Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh
Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh
Take them hoes' phones when they here
I gotta move every last pack in here
It's the first, I gotta pay some bills
Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal
I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers
Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel
Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years?
But that's just how it is
That's just how it is
I don't like lil' bruh, so I'ma turn around and fuck his bitch
Certified, before I let 'em snake me, I'ma catch the pick (Ayy, ayy)
Ain't gotta react to nothin' I see on the 'net 'cause I'ma get 'em hit
Niggas slide, they gettin' flipped
Ayy, serve the boy a pack from Boston and go give it to Richey
First time in Tally with this nigga, I'm like, "Ayy, pass the switchy"
Signed a deal, chain and watch cost more than a brick (Ayy)
Nigga gettin' hit with a hundred, he try to take my shit, on God

Big old choppers like Navy SEALs, uh, uh
Don't take them shits, them pressed on pills, uh
Take them hoes' phones when they here
I gotta move every last pack in here
It's the first, I gotta pay some bills
Uh, they hit the trap, you better not squeal
I respect my elders, but 'bout that money, I gotta serve my peers
Watch how I'm swervin' when I'm in traffic whenever I got that steel
Them crackers bogus, how the fuck they gave Rube nine years?
But that's just how it is



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Writer(s): Bill K. Kapri, Jalen Taheen Foster, Christian Denis
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