TANYA (feat. Walnutgod)

If he want smoke then my clique get it poppin
We finna aim and then click at his noggin
We finna talk and then really gon walk it
I got yo bitch and she feeling my pockets
Ay got some shit I needa get up off my chest
If that pussy really talk on me then he gon need a vest
Ay bitch
You better watch how you moving
And my choppa gon watch what you doing
We gon see what you say when it's shooting
How they really gon spy on my movements
How they really gon spy on my shit
Bullets they gon see em flying and shit
He really dying if he eyeing my bitch
Sick of these fakers that ride on my dick

Yuh yuh
They throw in dirt up on my name
We gon leave em slumped put these bullets at his brain
And if he try to run then my clique gon let it bang
We gon leave his eyes closed like he tryna meditate
How my name in yo mouth but you don't talk to me
Ay pussy watch it cause you know I keep that glock on me
They gon watch and see
That they not stoppin me
You better look both ways before you crossin me

Poppin in the game but a nigga do not play wit cartridge
I'm playing offense
I'm offing any opp I came across wit
Desire to murder
We ride wit a da burner
No alt shit
We fire the furnace
We tired burdens
So often

The same game with same rules
Same lames with the same tools
Gangbang we don't play dues
What you say claim boy it ain't you
Ay
But we gonna go do what it do
Gang by my side they gon move when I move
Lie to yoself boy you new to the truth
Up in the club boy a stick what I'm toting
That boy he a rat he gon run with the rodents
Upping the stick I watch a nigga folding
If imma get it imma get it golden

He get shot like a layup he laying down
No this not a game we don't play a round
Draw a four like it's uno we play a round
If bro wanna talk better say it now bitch
Cuz I'll send em to heaven
Get closer to god we gon give em a blessing
Pussy ass nigga best watch how you stepping
Can't fuck with the team bitch I'm coming with legends
Ay
And I'm coming with killers nigga
Fuck around I might jus kill a nigga
Fuck on ya bitch she gon suck on my dick cuz she only fucking with the realest nigga

Ay I do whatever the fuck I wanna do
And you can't do it
Cuz you not us
That's... simple as that Breh
There ain't nothing else to it

Yuh yuh
They throw in dirt up on my name
We gon leave em slumped put these bullets at his brain
And if he try to run then my clique gon let it bang
We gon leave his eyes closed like he tryna mediate
Me and walnut at yo door and we not gon hesitate
Know that boy lookin up he gon pray for better days
Know that boy talkin off we gon give him hell to pay
I been too cold I won't ever melt away
Won't sell my soul only they know hell awaits