Kan't Lack

Like, what?
Aah (Kaysan)
Grrah (Luca on the track)
Every opp shot (AyoSam)
Aah

All them niggas don't know what we do
They should know that we up it and boom
With the Makk's and we shakin' the room
Couldn't fuck with OYz, niggas don't be in tune
Pipe the duecey, knock him out his shoes
He can get shot if that lil' nigga "Move Look"
All the opps never saw niggas too shook (grrah, grrah)
Should stop all the cappin', go and pick a tool up (aah)

I can't lack with this shit on my waist
Sendin' shots to the 8 and the Gates
Run down shoot a nigga in his face
I'ma put a nigga in his place
And no, I'm not feeling niggas energy (at all, at all)
Niggas talk up but never did shit to me
Brand new .40 take him out his misery
I'm a stepper, all these niggas kids to me (aah)
I got TG wit' me we go 3 for 3 (like, what?)
Got a bitch eatin' up in the BnB (grrah-grrah, boom)
Niggas ask what I smoke and it's D&D (like, what?)
All black for the drill they ain't seeing me (grrah)
If it's up then it's stuck ain't no coppin' plea's
Riding dirty we ain't stoppin' for the D's (like, grrah)
We be spinning and bendin' through niggas P's (grrah-grrah)
Tryna put the oppositions on a tee (aah)
And this shit on my pocket it's not on my hip
I been waitin' for niggas to slip
I'ma get to dumpin' out the clip
Bullets gon' hit him make that nigga flip
I'ma keep on spinnin' with the tints
Hoppin' out tryna hit him in his shit
Since a youngin' been taking that risk (on bro)
I'm outside tryna make a new spliff
I'ma watch him, bro spot him
Opps makin' songs but they really not flocking
Nigga let me know if it's a problem
'Cause my niggas will solve it
See a opp? Better aim at your target
And my demons gon' spin it regardless
5th to the Sev' all my niggas is heartless
Let me get the drop and I'ma spark 'em
Oh, she a thot? She gettin' lit
She a baddie she shaking her hips
Big knock, don't run in this bitch
Got a beam and a switch with a drum on the blick, like
Eat it up she go dumb on that dick
I'ma fuck from the back, make her raw from the dick
Oh it's a party? Let's make it lit
Opp's in the Molly, totin' the spliff, like

All them niggas don't know what we do
They should know that we up it and boom
With the Makk's and we shakin' the room
Couldn't fuck with OYz, niggas don't be in tune
Pipe the duecey, knock him out his shoes
He can get shot if that lil' nigga "Move Look"
All the opps never saw niggas too (grrah, grrah)
Should stop all the cappin', go and pick a tool up (aah)

Grrah, grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot
Like aah, like aah
What the fuck?
Like, everything dead (aah)
Like, ayo Kaysan, we got us another one
And I stay with my knocker, I ain't doing no one on one's
Grrah, grrah-grrah boom
Every opp shot, ahh
Like, what? (Kaysan)
Grrah (Luca on the track)
AyoSam (Every opp shot)
(Everything dead)



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Writer(s): 0, Luca Fano-caroti
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