Lurking

Wet up, you a think he at the beach how he collecting shells
I was at his crib the police just rode by he got saved by the bell
Niggas hoes or is niggas really street shid I can't really tell
Me and Dee 2 masks and we on feet bitch we ain't playing fair
Gotta know what kind of car he in so we see him first
This robbery fake sweet so make sure we don't hurt him
I'm mad as hell spin the car around, I'm tryna shirt him
You a think it's no police up in Gresham way my niggas purging

Way my niggas lurking
Hot car like a derby
Hop up out that bitch, with that switch & put his ass in surgery
Folksnem over thirsty
Tryna do him over dirty
Bail out with my kit, he hiding his bitch, I guess that nigga nervous
I got niggas nervous I hop his gate and blam
My OG hate the fact I'm spinning shit but I am what I am
If that's him, Fuck the cams, make his opp ass touch the ground
Niggas tried to spin the 8 his ass got hit tryna switch the crowd
They on the 9 tryna make some serves & this my shit so move around
It's 3 niggas with 3 glicks, we all on D tryna know you down
50 in this bitch, I see everything don't make a sound
This bitch threaded G19 and it's suppressed so ain't no sounds

Wet up, you a think he at the beach how he collecting shells
I was at his crib the police just rode by he got saved by the bell
Niggas hoes or is niggas really street shid I can't really tell
Me and Dee 2 masks and we on feet bitch we ain't playing fair
Gotta know what kind of car he in so we see him first
This robbery fake sweet so make sure we don't hurt him
I'm mad as hell spin the car around, I'm tryna shirt him
You a think it's no police up in Gresham way my niggas purging



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Writer(s): Michael Smith
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