Pilot ft. keithonn Lyrics

(I fucking hate you, Keithon, why the fuck would you do that shit?)

We airin' 'em out

5.56, flarin' 'em out (Yeah)

Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real, too real)

Uh, flarin' 'em out (Too real)

Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie

Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly

Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky

Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by

Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion

Pour up that Sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)

Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion

He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan

We see opposition, we bringin' him hell

Get hit with a Glock, you know it's a killer's day

Mac with a muzzle, we shoot at a nigga when shit get to poppin'

We do it the murder way

I keep the extendo, we causing yo' fate

And I ask what the fuck do Tupac taste?

Fuckin' wit us, we got choppas and .40s

We blow it and we gon' shoot at your face

G-G-Go to the trap, get a gun, I'm excited (Trap)

I'm shootin' and trappin', you know I'm a hybrid (Too real)

Our first time rappin', we call this our pilot

My pockets too big, needa go on a diet (Uh-huh)

Number one trapper and I'm not bein' biased

Got a suppressor, I shoot with some silence

Y'all ridin' the wave, y'all surfin', Hawaiians

Don't know what him, he thought it was science

Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie

Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly

Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky

Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by

Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion

Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)

Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion

He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan

I'm killin' the beat, no need for a chorus

Explorin' her body, she callin' me Dora (Hola)

Her body be glowin', just look at her aura (What)

Wanted some jewelry, took her to Sephora (What)

You know the name so don't get it twisted

Ballin' harder than the '85 Pistons

If my boy scores, you know I assisted

I got a charge, but they just dismissed it

Givin' out grief while she giving me neck (What)

Ain't runnin' Nike, but I keep the Tec (Tec)

Call me Shredder the way I'm runnin' through shells (Shells)

I'm not the devil, but I'm givin' them hell (Hell)

Gettin' the green like I'm hangin' with Cell (Cell)

Smokin' on loud, that bitch always smell (Smell)

Claimin' yo' gang, we droppin' the set

You ain't double R, that sounds like death (Uh)

A-A-Ain't no Chess, but we'll put you in check

Y'all niggas some bitches, y'all ain't tryna wreck (What)

Run down on gang, I'm catchin' 'em lackin

That ain't my dick, my pistol is packin'

757, you know what I'm jackin'

Your girl in my bed, you know that I'm smackin'

(Goddamn, what the fuck, that WalkDown pack too good)

Been totin' them choppas and no you cannot lie

Run up on me, we makin' them darts fly

Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky

Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by

Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion

Pour up that sprite, mix it up with the potion (Pour it up)

Off-White 4s and it's creamed like some lotion

He wrapped in a body bag, built like a Trojan

(Yeah, okay Daniel)

(Mmh)