Discrete Lyrics

Man, this that real shit, he talkin' bout them bodies, but lil' brudda ain't never kill shit

I know my ex, bitch, mad I'm goin' up, I bet she real sick

Claim they all props on Instagram, but we know who toting real sticks

Still broke with 500,000, up a hundred M's, nigga, then I'm real rich

And I did it on my own, my momma said that I need to quit it

And switch to producin' I ain't making no money off rapping in a minute

Don't be surprised when you see that Benz, E300, the windows be tinted

Don't be surprised when you see that AP, I'm taking yae and 2X to the dentist

Don't gotta mention that I've been a sickest, you already know that, give me my flow back

I know somebody who dissed my brother, got hit by a switch, now can't even blow back

It's crazy, hopped out the car, then he got hit, and his gang ran a four flat

Jacck havin' motion, been off the radar, won't show his face card, cause he don't gotta show that

Alright, come on, lil' brudda keep dissing, can't wait till we meet

Posted up on that one way, I'm doggin' the street

You not a real gangsta, be making them posts with another man pole

When you supposed to be discrete, been out the mix

While I'm counting gualla, just worried about dollars, I've been out of reach

Love the sound of that choppa, in a all black Impala

He a rook in the field, never tied up his cleats

4-0 on the hip right now, thinkin' it's gay, tryna blow a nigga like a fan

Growing up nigga, never had no cable, but I swear I got some shooters on demand

Nigga, Cap, he be telling these fables, he from the suburbs

Swear to God, nigga, on the men

And I heard that lil' bro got his pole took

But still actin' hard, niggas tryna keep up with the klan

Top tier gooper, also known as the top tier...

Niggas be wannabes just because of me

And be loving the top tier looter

Been punching all day, I done hurt my knuckle

You don't wanna scuffle a top tier scooper

My niggas been in and out them courts

Way more than LeBron for being a top tier hooper

Alright, come on, back on my shit again

Fucked her one time, now she ask can I hit again

Off the radar when niggas can't find me

Cause they gon' try to blind me

Now she wanna fuck with the kid again

I ain't gon' bring up them bodies or none of them homies

My niggas might be in the pen again

Slimy young nigga, come try me young nigga

I done slimed me a nigga, he wanna be friends again

Nah, fuck it, these niggas ain't shootin' for real, not buckets

He thinkin' I'm stupid, for real, I love it

He claimin' he's shooting, for real, come buss it

And you never be talking about bread, just shut it

If we talkin' bout money, for real, I touch it

Niggas tough on the net, but it's not clutchin'

The way that I flow on these beats, disgustin'

He thinking we jumpin', lil' brudda come up it

Last nigga that dissed had to send him up

You said that's your brother, go pick him up

That big body built like a pickup truck

You livin' or dyin', man, choose your luck

Just remember, when is my time to go up

All that shit that you said, man, it's up and it's stuck

I'ma be touching these M's while you look like a pluck

You is not fucking with me, man, just keep it a buck

Uh, you was not fucking with me, nigga

All right, come on