Computers Lyrics

Computers - Fbg Wooski

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I guess it's war with the police 'cause ain't no competition

I fucked her face then kicked her out and they ended up kissin'

Just like Lil Steve when that .40 clucked 'em while he was pissin'

It's Tutu Gang bitch, we the mothafuckin' opposition

I'm so BDK, CPDK and TYMBK

Boy, fuck O'Block, bitch we Front$treetK and we BrickCityK

I'm smokin Big A in traffic, tryna catch Durk or Edai

Slide on Nuski Day, these .30's spray, you die the Nuski way

I'ma show these n***as how we play, outside of where he stay

Popped out that cut, we fucked him up, all he got was a three way

I'm leanin off this Blood Money, I can't even see straight

400EastK and wherever he lack that's where he lay

I left him lookin' like D Thang for reachin' for my chain

Gang, bullets rain, I let it bang, that shit run in my veins

This Keta let us run her over and foenem ran a train

They know my name, what's understood, ain't need go be explained

Boy, TookaVille, we shoot to kill, boy, this shit super real

Bail out on him with the Draco and watch shorty shit spill

They terrified, n***as telling on me, so I'ma chill

Foenem stood over J-Money and put four in his grill

For real, now go ask Lil Boo how that hot shit feel

HK got caught tryna pump fake and foe got on his heels

And everytime we on they block, somebody gon' get killed

Won't L'A me in the studio, boy, I keep the steel

Bitch, I just got a brand new Glock, what we do?

Oh, we just caught a brand new opp

Y'all already know what it is

STL, 063, man, shout out EBT, man, we don't wanna talk

R.I.P. and free the guys

N***as wanna talk, I don't wanna talk, man

Shout out Jaro City and shout out Scrapp Gang, man

Let me show these n***as how we rock, BDK, bitch

You can get dealed like Odee, Baldy, Chino or Pluto

If you lackin' while it's crackin and if you claimin' 2-4

Thinking the swisher, we'll come get ya boy that's how we move doe

Pulled up and popped 'em in his ass 'cause he was runnin' too slow

Hallucinatin off this White White, right now I'm losing it

St. Lawrence three times, all my n***as married to shooting shit

Now who the fuck wanna go to war with some lunatics?

Bailed out on Normal letting that FN and that Ruger spit

Bitch, my mind on business, boy, all my n***as vicious

Ain't got no time for no snitches, so who witness it gets it

Red and green beams like it's Christmas, don't walk lookin' suspicious

'Cause we don't shoot from no distance or we don't do sneak disses

In the kitchen, water whipping, them bricks, we steady flippin'

Go dog shoot like Scottie Pippen, that's Big Glo what we sippin'

Damn, all the opps steady clickin' up and they steady trickin'

And why the cops hot on our block? 'Cause n***as steady missin'

Don't make me pull up on yo' ass and pop the trunk (Boom, boom)

Nello pop up out that bitch with that pump (With that boom, bitch)

Huh? Yeah, he gon' leave you slumped (Boom, boom, boom)

Pick his body up, now put that n***a in the trunk, in the trunk

In the alley where you get dumped, where you get dumped

Burn all the evidence so sure we won't get booked (We won't get booked)

Huh? And why you actin like you drunk? You ain't on nothin'

Tweak with one of us, you can get shot, stabbed or stumped

Roll up another blunt (Another one)

I'm flee as fuck and so icy, I let it stunt

And for TB and Poppie, bitch, we on a hunt (For lil' bro, lil' bitch)

Two n***as died the same month (On foenem grave, they did)

Bitch, I just got a brand new fifty shots

Fuck the cops, tell 'em free my n***a 50 Shots (Free 50, bro)

Get yo' ShytSplaytGang, man, we don't wanna talk