CPR Lyrics

Thirty round mag we shoot full auto

Pump your chest like CPR

Hit that lick then go to the store

Then we pull tapes out of the VCR

I'm just like O Dog when I grip that gauge

Society moves like I'm a menace

Cock that back then I blast with rage

Put holes through your teeth then fix like dentists

Bad bitch she's moving Moody

Wants me to settle down drop that grind

Wallahi babe double Rs on my vision

VVS cuts that'll leave her blind

See I can't fight I'm a public enemy

Temptation steady on my line

Ibrahim calling, opps still rolling

Bismillah spill blood like wine

My team stays up it could never be broke

Brother talks tough cos he's from them trenches

Wallah I got packs and potions

Eyes too hazey I don't feel senses

She said bend me in the Bentley, gently

Smacked her ass then i made that entry

Navy Seals when we move in silence

Extended clips pop shots like sentries

It could never be them, fake

Stole from your brother like that, snake

Spot that opp see his soul, take

Shake her ass like an earth, quake

Beef still raging like whole, steaks

Flimsy oppas they all, flaked

Show crew love I'm not, Drake

Cash rules everything, pound, cake

See I'm not one of them when I take these trips

Cos I circle two-three times don't miss

And if I run out I reach to the back

Cos Ibrahim's back there holding clips

When you hear that audi speed right past

Best duck your head cos we'll shatter that glass

And you best believe that we're still lowkey

No face no case when we rock them masks

Thirty round mag we shoot full auto

Pump your chest like CPR

Hit that lick then go to the store

Then we pull tapes out of the VCR

I'm just like O Dog when I grip that gauge

Society moves like I'm a menace

Cock that back then I blast with rage

Put holes through your teeth then fix like dentists

Wait, hold on let me get that

Not Pop Smoke but we ain't with the chit chat

Spin that one-two times we spin that

Just pop that big guns how we get back

Mindset, faded

Cold sweat, jaded

Bad one in the back raking

You want my shit then come take it

Them knives don't bend

Split you open no we don't mend

You ask for war so now we just send

Guns aimed straight the bullets don't bend

Your girl hit me up, meet at the ends

Do her real dirty pass to my friends

She came back home he could smell my scent

Put him six feet under not The Weeknd

Drive real quick you know we're speeding

Misleading, when the drill's too easy

Want me a fight I don't need no reason

Hole in your chest it's shotgun season

Real live dons when we move too active

Gun still smokey up in broad day

I'm in the T house with an opp that's captive

No suspect got the wickedest aim