CIA Lyrics

Yeah yeah uhh

All da gang move in silence like the fuckin' CIA

I woke up n made like 50 fuckin' K uh

Not my fault she wanna come around my way uh

Yeah man I'm wockhardt brazy

Got bitches goin' crazy

Fast car racer, that avenue done made me

All this fuckin' cuz The American Dream fuckin' raised me

Yeah yeah

Yeah none of my gang paid to be with me

Yeah I love my fuckin' choppa, this bitch sing just like Whitney

I remember how they all did me

Now for a feature it's a K next to 50 yeah

Right now I don't fuck with my surroundings or these friends

I been movin' dolo people wanna see me end

Once I'm at these shows please remember what you said

Nice ass crib wit a dime who attends

Hellcat whippin'

Purple what I'm sippin'

Talkin' onna gang that's yo life that you risking

Fuck this fake love that's why I gotta stay distant

These 7.62's finna leave yo ass missing

Yeah it's been a minute since I spoke on how I felt

Can't let it bug me but this shit is real

Things change hella quick is what it is

I made my own loop cuz I can't fuck with this

Yeah hunnit on my wrist

Dress on my bitch

Left all the mix but I ride wit some clips

I arrive wit my clique uh

SRT the whip uh

Take her 'round the world but she wanna see my crib

Woke up early morning check the money off my list

If I gotta Glock this shit always has a switch

Told me you don't fuck with me well say that when I'm rich

Yeah yeah

Double up my cup sky walkin feel like Anakin

All my fuckin' money comes back just like and again

Ran a band

5.56 made the opp do the running man

Yeah made the opp do the running man

Ha ha

Running man running man

Made the opp get to running man running man

Ha murda man murda man

Made the opp do the running man running man