Intro ft. Lil Cray & Xuperp Lyrics

Aye, hold up, lets go

I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith

Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options

Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich

Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch

I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies

Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean

Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V

Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me

Ok aye

Cray Yola Sosa, hit it with the baking soda

Ring ring ring, they blowing up my Motorola

Green blunts the size of Yoda, got me in the solar

Aye, ring ring earth to Sosa

When your voyage over?

Aye

I hear the streets be calling, they waiting on the return

Everyday in my hood a robbery, that shit is the purge

All the guys is mob tied, handshakes be firm

My nigga told me you was official, I had to call and confirm

Aye, aye, aye, aye

I get them birds just give me the word (I get them birds just give me the word)

This my bae put this in yo purse

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I am a shark in this ocean, you perch

Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

I make the wave, I made you niggas surf

Like wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game, wrist game

I can fuck with other people, but you know my bitch can't

They judging my tattoos, I came from nothing, I show you what the wrist do

Aye we shooting dice, throwing pistols

If it go left, hope the bullets miss you

I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith

Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options

Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich

Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch

I ain't got no opps, rest in peace to all my enemies

Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean

Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V

Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me

Xuper P up in the foreign, like we batman and robin

100 p's in the trunk, cause we to trapped out in Gotham

We don't play spot em got em, we just locate and drop them

I put a scope and 100 rounds in this fucking choppa

You gotta send him to the morgue, he will not make the doctors

Spin the block a few times, have it screaming like an opera

Leave them all dead like we ain't heard where the opps was

Leave one in the head just in case some shit pop off

Yeah I'm on another mode, cause I was trained to go

He really think he fly until I turn him to a ghost

Yeah, theses niggas think they high, but they don't really want no smoke

Heard the devil named his price, but he cannot afford my soul

Yeah, my hair so long, I think I want dreadlocks

Me and the plug go so strong, I got him in a dead lock

Oh thats yo bitch? Bruh hold on, she got me in a head lock

I thought you knew the rules, you should never love a bop

I got the keys to the streets, don't need a lock smith

Dracos, Mac 11, F&Ns, we ride with options

Shhh just came in, we stretching pills this ain't no ostrich

Rule number one, don't fall in love with no bop bitch

I ain't got no opps, RIP to all my enemies

Heatin' up the pot, whippin' work, bitch I'm off a bean

Fiends on the block, I'm in a foreign, my bitch Louis V

Fire sixty shots, it's just me, you think it's four of me

Okay