TRACKMEET
I don't need no writing
I don't need no license
The flyest fuck the pilot
Shine so bright I got the sky lit
When I'm shooting I need silence
Double tapped he ain't dying
They ain't miss him they ain't crying
Take his heart we know the science
We cut him he feeling defeat
Splinter cell man we did it discrete
We track niggas so we gotta meet
How you stepping all I see is a crease
Thought you was up and up all I see decrease
Tlc? all I see is a creep
Lil bird I'm a aim at your peeps
Maid with me so we keeping it neat
This is a eagle shooting but it's still gonna tweet
This is like bird box ima kill if I see
We shook the whole world all you feel is the debris
It done got hot for him all he feel is degrees
Shit got hot for him all he feel is the breeze
I'm tryna get a smell of the pack it'll be gone in a breeze
Trapping so long I'm tryna move with the keys
I link up with Slutta he throwing up C's
I know some niggas that's throwing up B's
They be on the bricks still serving them fiends
Pour me up a six know I'm moving slowmo
Pass me a pack I'm scoring just like Ocho
Putting in these laws and actions just like Cuomo
Slide in a full grand coupe its a four door
Capital garments spend a couple bands in fabrics
I'm with the crew bad bitch
Money elastic just off the weed and the trap shit
Nigga I don't know about you but tef he stacking his cabbage
Thought he got the go on me but this ain't for fashion
Play with this shit then I get the blasting
Ran into them racks I had to step up
Stepped into a tonk I had to rep up
Told my bitch it ain't no better
Man my pockets so damn mad and they fed up
I'm on a rat race for that cheddar
It's that boy from round the way
I'm tryna sell a pound today
Boy I'm king I want my crown today
I've been selling drugs like I'm Rahday
I might pour a four on a Friday
I don't need no writing
I don't need no license
The flyest fuck the pilot
Shine so bright I got the sky lit
When I'm shooting I need silence
Double tapped he ain't dying
They ain't miss him they ain't crying
Take his heart we know the science
We cut them he feeling defeat
Splinter cell man we did it discrete
We track niggas so we gotta meet
I don't need no license
The flyest fuck the pilot
Shine so bright I got the sky lit
When I'm shooting I need silence
Double tapped he ain't dying
They ain't miss him they ain't crying
Take his heart we know the science
We cut him he feeling defeat
Splinter cell man we did it discrete
We track niggas so we gotta meet
How you stepping all I see is a crease
Thought you was up and up all I see decrease
Tlc? all I see is a creep
Lil bird I'm a aim at your peeps
Maid with me so we keeping it neat
This is a eagle shooting but it's still gonna tweet
This is like bird box ima kill if I see
We shook the whole world all you feel is the debris
It done got hot for him all he feel is degrees
Shit got hot for him all he feel is the breeze
I'm tryna get a smell of the pack it'll be gone in a breeze
Trapping so long I'm tryna move with the keys
I link up with Slutta he throwing up C's
I know some niggas that's throwing up B's
They be on the bricks still serving them fiends
Pour me up a six know I'm moving slowmo
Pass me a pack I'm scoring just like Ocho
Putting in these laws and actions just like Cuomo
Slide in a full grand coupe its a four door
Capital garments spend a couple bands in fabrics
I'm with the crew bad bitch
Money elastic just off the weed and the trap shit
Nigga I don't know about you but tef he stacking his cabbage
Thought he got the go on me but this ain't for fashion
Play with this shit then I get the blasting
Ran into them racks I had to step up
Stepped into a tonk I had to rep up
Told my bitch it ain't no better
Man my pockets so damn mad and they fed up
I'm on a rat race for that cheddar
It's that boy from round the way
I'm tryna sell a pound today
Boy I'm king I want my crown today
I've been selling drugs like I'm Rahday
I might pour a four on a Friday
I don't need no writing
I don't need no license
The flyest fuck the pilot
Shine so bright I got the sky lit
When I'm shooting I need silence
Double tapped he ain't dying
They ain't miss him they ain't crying
Take his heart we know the science
We cut them he feeling defeat
Splinter cell man we did it discrete
We track niggas so we gotta meet
Credits
Writer(s): Ismail Shabazz
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.