Computers Lyrics

Lock on the track

Go

Uh-huh

Wait

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

They know that

I don't know how the fuck we leave man

Big O's in this bitch

Long live Stank Vanilla

Big O's nigga

Mm

Have you ever seen shooters bell out like some looters

Like what he say on that computer

Come here, this the scooter

I'm hearing rumors

We ain't know shit

Guess them boys are sumers

We chase shit like Pumas

I know Big 4

Which he called a Uber

We turned the city up

When all us came home

When you mention booty name

He hit the one that got it on

Hit that bitch with two crones

Bruh, they leave us alone

Niggas bragging bout shit

They ain't did

They did wrong

Man, fuck the other side

They ain't know shit

Since Gutterthag

I ain't focus on them guys

Got A.I.P.'s in every ride

One time he by my side

You look too long

You getting fried

Drop the low

Like cum and slide

I wish I would

I'm one of them guys

Since we fell out with the dub

This shit'll never be the same

I ain't pushing peace shit

My homie died

I want the brain

Too intelligent

Not a lame

Come join the game

Out of bounds

He getting changed

But I play it cool

Like what up gang

We got smoke inside our hood

So close that door behind us

You ain't providing

Claiming gang

Poke his ass

No holder

This chopper blow like soldiers

I hold it on my shoulder

This shit hit hard like boulders

Dissolve his ass like Folger

I got Nuna

He a tweaker

Set it off

No Queen Latifah

Smoke with us

This shit get deeper

Can't catch you

We need your people

Come through your shit

Like a beeper

This shit tragic

Meet the reaper

Two cars deep

We put fullies on them big boys

This not no regular thing

They ask why I ain't cop no J yet

I want bodies

Fuck a chain

I want goofy members

Lamesy with that shit

He getting flamed

I'm out my mind

But fuck your saying

We might just rob Johnny Dang

I see niggas pick your sides

They need to get back for they gas

When they see me

Act surprised

See the bitch all in they eyes

Got my fire

Underneath my arm

When I go in my jacket

I ain't grabbing the time

Shots go off

Ring loud like a bomb

Wake his ass up

No snooze on the lawn

I chase paper

Let the hoes chase me

Pop out hoodie on

All on feet

Double parking the street

Just to catch us a beat

Opps say they winning

Like this shit sweet

Ten years ago

Last time we bleed

We make grown men

Crying on tweet

Now you gotta make appointments

At all DMV's

Niggas be talking

But they ain't get back

We a tour with who

Man that shit a mismatch

We take pipes

Made niggas sit back

Now they running with the dub

Finna get bitch smacked

We ain't got time

Ain't getting shit back

Better do your homework

I speak big facts

Got so many opps

Gotta ride with click clacks

We at war with the city

So you better not lack

Bitch

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