Stay In Washington Lyrics

I'm from D.C.

Of course my takes the guns off the streets

recycles them, and sells them back to the streets so they can murder again

Duh

Spin this whip and then I park it

Whip this mix up til it hardens

Flip the switch and I hit my target

I kept telling them don't bother

Cause I won't stop once it get started

All my old hoes say I'm toxic

Take that to the game and charge it

I'm like

I'm nothing like what you know

I'm quite the opposite

I'm raised by the drug dealers

And niggas known for dropping shit

You die here in D.C., you better,

Stay your ass in Washington where

They sell them guns back to the streets

After they charge the Men

Aye Cutta

Let's go push this loadie bro

I heard they dropping in

Got bro right here on call

I'm on the way

Let's see if he drop a ten

I'm known to pop my shit all over these beats

It ain't no arguments

It's only flame emojis

Like they all think I'm some arsonist

Big stepper

Oh you thought my last shit was a hit

Man I could've did better

Found out that my dog was flawed

So that friendship I did sever

Had wild nigga tendencies for a minute

He should've hit better

Young nigga had great untapped potential

Now he a cig wetter

My little sister going down a long road

But shit I did tell her

Big bro can't come and save you

If they take you down to that pig cellar

Yeah I said I'd slow down with this spliff

But I still inhale her

It's 1600 Q

The home of getting money and chin checkers

With this game I got a vendetta

These niggas never been

But I never been better

Think y'all should pay me for my endeavors

I don't take them serious

They just being clever

We the trend setters

If you ask me

Spin this whip and then I park it

Whip this mix up til it hardens

Flip this switch and I hit my target

I kept telling them don't bother

Cause I won't stop once it get started

All my old hoes say I'm toxic

Take that to the game and charge it

I'm like

I'm nothing like what you know

I'm quite the opposite

I'm raised by the drug dealers

And niggas known for dropping shit

You die here in D.C

You better Stay your ass in Washington

Man yeah this ain't what you saw on TV

With all of them congressmen and monuments

It's love here

But the murder rate's astonishing

I feel like Tharpe, don't tip which spot I'm in

See it's a difference in D.C. and Washington

But I'mma let you ponder it

Nah for real