Great collectives
You know what we're about and we stay protected
Ringing off that MAC and the stray connected
Think that it's just rap, got your mate collected
Man are talking dots but they ain't connecting
Man was on the block but they ain't respecting (Nah)
Man ain't got no rock, man's just straight selecting
So, 'cause if that's your dawg, better straight protect him (Yeah)
All that cocky glamor (Glamor)
**** got that stocky banger (Banger)
Busting off that rock and hammer
**** thing that it's a joke, whip out that talk on camera
Yeah, we now it's got 'em para
Yeah, forever savage (Savage)
When my **** every had it? (Never)
Brick ran off, that's a hella rabbits (Rabbit)
It's that MAC-11 addict that just let 'em have it (Yeah)
Man's just rapping up that money, get that bag and drag it
Papes collected (Yeah)
They could offer mills but I stay selective (Trust)
They could offer deals that just ain't respective
Yeah, hollow grab that stake and just straight flex it
Yeah, boom, boom, bullet straight collects it
Yeah, vroom, vroom, get that cake and exit
Yeah, boom, boom, and I ain't rejective
Yeah, I'm straight flexing, yeah, I'm straight flexing
Who's that brother?
Who's that gully black man? ****, dude's that color
Who's that used to rap, man, yeah, that dude's a fronter
Now I walk in offices and choose a number
Who's that used to laugh at me, now dude's a punter
Everyone's a snake, and man are moving under
Hollow's thinking, "fuck them", and just blew my ganja
Let them lions sleep, man, just abuse the slumber
When I get the Bible out, I use the thunder
Man done put them youths on when them dudes where younger
Now man just ain't hungry like they're losing hunger
And man just swagger jack, without using lumber (Switch it)
Dook, you got gun bucked
Too fast, why'd you jump up?
Man shouldn't be smiling 'cause the man got thumper
Get my dawg to cock it back and clap the pumper
Made it off the block, I could never stop
Fuck a cop, I'ma catch a op, I'ma catch a op
Made it off the block, I could never stop
Fuck a cop, I'ma catch a op, I'ma
You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what
You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what
You know what, you know what, you know what, you know what
I'ma catch a op, I'ma catch a op, till I'm rich, bitch
Writer(s):
Giggs & GASHI.
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