Guns n' Computers ft. TTG Wood Lyrics

Look

They don't get it the way I'm living the money handled

Dopeboy, my bitch good, my Son a champion

How the fuck they claim '100' when I made it happen?

Ain't no gimmicks or politicking behind the cameras

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it

Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral

Fuck it, know I never I do enough

Fuck it you thinking that's true or some?

Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up

Reachin' for the riches got the switch and he gon spray on em'

Calculated risks from crack of dawn til' the takeover

I could take yo baby momma, she love the taste and the makeover

But I'm stuck on living life for badder things and the payoff

Never lookin back now

Arizona Rap sounds

I was pushing packs while they mimicking greatest rap albums

I remember days where they kicking doors in that crackhouse

Daddy on the phone talking murders, I wish he back now

Gotta man up, who got the stick? I got man down

Pray for a priest, the Barrio has got a plan now

Watch us do the race on em'

Never leave a trace homie

I done been from blocks to blade and brodie put blades on em'

Real shit, 304's a couple strippers in the mix

Now I could talk about a bag but I been focused on my kid

And I done made it out the gutter no more speaking what I did bitch

Homicide...

TTG, I got that 40 in the ride

And I could spin another day but fuck it for now I let em' die

I ain't worried bout these Twitter finger pussies on the other side

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it

Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral

Fuck it, know I never I do enough

Fuck it you thinking that's true or some?

Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up

Hey, Wood, yeah we going up

If them niggas tripping, I'm tripping

I'm finna blow em' up

I ain't never fold with that pole, I'm tryna get him gone

Niggas always talking they Tweetin,' they always on they phone

Really out here deep in the field, these niggas on them pills

Blues got him thinking he Super-Man, finna get him killed

30 and a 40 with a switch, Arizona baby

Niggas out here talking out they neck, they ain't really crazy

Free my nigga Savage, he be tripping tryna blow a nigga

Did a couple missions for the team, we on go my nigga

If you not finna blow yo pole, you can't go my nigga

Keep yo head straight, you get knocked off when you don't pay attention

Not to mention, niggas really goofy, gotta keep your distance

Keep the blower tucked, but on Mommas I'm finna use it though

Bad bitch all on my line, I only want the throat

If she ain't talking bout money, that bitch gotta go

If them niggas talking bout guns, I been trained to go

Really activated, they active behind the fucking screen

Internet niggas they cappin,' they tryna make a scene

But I'm toting 40's and Chop's, messy murder scene

Guns n' computers I found my way to maneuver it

Speak on what I say I shoot that 'K' at they funeral

Fuck it, know I never I do enough

Fuck it you thinking that's true or some?

Broke it down to basics then put that bass and it blew it us up...