795iveten! (We Dangerous) ft. Badazz & Finatic Lyrics

Gang

IGetBandzAlot, Nigga, You know that (Bah, Bah, Bah, Where yo' bitch at?)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Rrahh)

Uh, Gimme' a beat, I'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?" (SharkGang, Nigga)

Spin on the opps, tryn' see where the fun

He got shot, ain't get back nun'

We throw at his head, it's a kick-kick, punt

When I bend blocks, I let shit dump

He wan' wolf, his mans got punched

We at the store, he got left slumped

When I call Bz? You know, it's wrap

5 .56 gon' spark out his back

It's brand new pack, we blow out a Scat

X4 Comp, this shit can't tap

If I see lights? I'm kickin' they ass

If I pop door, I blow, no mask

And, now, he 6-feet, grass

Diss on Du? Get left in the past

Diss on Face? Get hit, no case

I see the opps? Get cooked like steak

They see me? Get baked, no cake

I wan' fuck, but she came late

In a S560 and the cops tryn' chase

Bitch, We Dangerous, better stay safe

Come thru, we'll blow up the place

Better not run, cuz' you gettin' chased

Bullets'll Tag a nigga, when I Spray

I'll leave his shit on the Wall like Paint

They gon' put him on the Wall like Paintin'

Bitch, I'm off the hook like a hangar

2 .23, shit look like a finger

Lil bro' got his head tapped like a blinker

I up first? Get jumped, no gate

A-BlockGang, you come? Get laid

Cash that Range? You don't get paid

I bend that block and let shit bang

Up that score, we goin' to war

Big ass Drac' gon' knock that door

Wild-Wild West, tryn' fuck me a whore

I send shots, comin' out that store, he got hit in his neck

Fuck FN, they ain't get back

Fuck G3, his ass got whacked

He caught a handful, he clapped

He got smacked, left his shit peeled back

I'll make a lil nigga run like track

Swing thru the West? You won't make it back

Come thru the Courts? I'ma Slam like Shaq'

Hole in his head, now, he gotta get patched

Fuck a dyke, I carry the strap

I had to Show him, he ain't know how to Act

On bro', shit 'bout to get Black

Like Milds, I'll get a lil nigga whacked

Throw shells, I'ma leave his shit cracked

Hit his lid, for all that cap

Cappin' rappin'?

I catch a opp? I blast it, tag em

Bullets attack, I'ma blitz like Madden

X5 Comp, I turn off the traction

Swing thru they hood, tryn' see who the fastest

We catch a opp? I bet you, it's curtains

He see my face, big Glock? He nervous

All black ski and that mask, go purgin'

We lookin' for opps, lurkin'

Can't eat these shits that I'm servin'

1 hand on the roof, throwin' turkey

Pop shit? Get pilled like a Perky

Fuck a Job, I put in work

Time to cut shit short like a skirt

I'll put a nigga on a shirt like merch

4th of July, you gon' see the fye' work (Firework)

Better watch out, or you gettin' hurt

Play in that Field? Get put in the Turf

Fuck it, he gettin' put in a hearse

They put him 6-feet, deep, in the dirt

Glock with a red beam, I'm alert

I catch shhh, knock him off the earth

Bitch (Bitch)

(Grrahh, Bow)

(Bow-Bow)

(Im So Slimee)

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?

Uh, Gimme' a beat, I'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"

IGetBandzAlot, Nigga, You know that