Patient
Ay, Madenka, I think that's the one you know
Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop
Ay, told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
They don't wanna see no grave
They know we send cunts to that place
They don't wanna see my glock
They know it loves another case
Fuck that, we clearin' up the trace
Bring me his blood I want a taste
This .38 stays on my waist
Cos I be moving place to place
Like can't you see the way we're dropping shit
We do this shit too well
Can't you see us on them TV screens
We put these dogs through hell
Like can't you see us in these jails
The opps get bullied like some girls
Like can't you see me with all this jewellery
I bet they wish a brother well
My bitches doing better than my opps
Like how the fuck they rappin?
They bring up Murat's name in songs
Like cunts are really bout that action
It's like they're asking just to d-
Send a h- make 'em fly
Drop a tear from that bitch's eye
These glocks are the greatest lullaby
Told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
I'll start this war with a empty clip
Just ask all the opps how we empty shit
Cuz they envy us they wish they slipped
We caught em on roads left holes in whips
Got guns like weak expensive sticks
Then bro's on jobs go get that prick
He'll get that done then ice his wrist
Still get that done, lil bro's dismissed
Answer the opps down west
We left their shit down five
Bro's got nine in his gun, don't lie
Come round here akheeds ready to slide
Got blessed with J's my blood till I die
We on some serious shit, put serious opps in spliffs
Jump out the van like Mystery, Inc
Aim for his chest, aim for his bitch
Let him try run, this glock got a switch
Let him try scream, I'll aim at his lips
Give him a shell that'll fuck up his ribs
Cos we're spilling some blood like we're rolling with crips
But we're rolling with bombs and sticks
Rolling with things that spit
.44 long cuz give it a hit
I'll pass to Nasa go run with that shit
If he sees him a opp he'll turn him to spliff
Told my haters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
T-Told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
Keep dropping disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Free the opps so they can fuckin' drop
Ay, told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
They don't wanna see no grave
They know we send cunts to that place
They don't wanna see my glock
They know it loves another case
Fuck that, we clearin' up the trace
Bring me his blood I want a taste
This .38 stays on my waist
Cos I be moving place to place
Like can't you see the way we're dropping shit
We do this shit too well
Can't you see us on them TV screens
We put these dogs through hell
Like can't you see us in these jails
The opps get bullied like some girls
Like can't you see me with all this jewellery
I bet they wish a brother well
My bitches doing better than my opps
Like how the fuck they rappin?
They bring up Murat's name in songs
Like cunts are really bout that action
It's like they're asking just to d-
Send a h- make 'em fly
Drop a tear from that bitch's eye
These glocks are the greatest lullaby
Told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
I'll start this war with a empty clip
Just ask all the opps how we empty shit
Cuz they envy us they wish they slipped
We caught em on roads left holes in whips
Got guns like weak expensive sticks
Then bro's on jobs go get that prick
He'll get that done then ice his wrist
Still get that done, lil bro's dismissed
Answer the opps down west
We left their shit down five
Bro's got nine in his gun, don't lie
Come round here akheeds ready to slide
Got blessed with J's my blood till I die
We on some serious shit, put serious opps in spliffs
Jump out the van like Mystery, Inc
Aim for his chest, aim for his bitch
Let him try run, this glock got a switch
Let him try scream, I'll aim at his lips
Give him a shell that'll fuck up his ribs
Cos we're spilling some blood like we're rolling with crips
But we're rolling with bombs and sticks
Rolling with things that spit
.44 long cuz give it a hit
I'll pass to Nasa go run with that shit
If he sees him a opp he'll turn him to spliff
Told my haters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
T-Told my hitters just stay patient
He'll be dead look in the morning
Keep droppin' disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
Hide your faces from the cameras I can still see through the fake
I can see it in their eyes that they don't want no war today
Keep dropping disses, we'll drop bodies
Cuz, it's really not important
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Writer(s): Ferdinand Medin, Ay Huncho
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