Bucket Squad
LilSwerv
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Brr, ballgame
Man, free Torch, nigga
On my mother, nigga
Brr, ba, ba, ba
Free the man, man
Rose with me, man
Feez with me
Bands in the cut with me, man
When I drop out the back, I told bro to get on him
Get on him
And I'll spin out the blue, ain't no warnings
Ain't no warnings
You better watch where you post on that corner
And bro miss a shot, I told him, "Get closer
" I like the ten mil', it's like a boulder
Kay kan't walk, he roll in a stroller
I get a vic every time that I'm blowin'
My aim immaculate, look at my shoulder
We in the West, where we lookin' for Bs
They not outside, so we look for the Gs
Me and my niggas be crackin' the threes
And we ain't spin while that shit on PC
You better blow or duck behind tree
My shooter, he young and he really elite
He fell in love with the clap of that heat
As soon as he fall, we pressin' delete
We in the highway, we smokin' Bs
Man, his hat ran, he ain't have his heat
I mix the forty with grabba and weed
I don't talk 'bout the splits if he duckin' the beef
Or I get petty and go up the street
I don't do one for I jump out and squeeze
I had a bad bitch touchin' her knees
She ask for money, I told her, "Say please
" Bro, he legit, he ball like Kyrie
Feezi bailed out the back with a G
These type of bullets go through a G
He tried to pull up, but it stop in a V
I hit his twat, so he say we beef
He stealin' my lyrics and tryna be me
We catch a body, go ghost for a week
My niggas all perc'd up tryna squeeze
We off the bank roll, she fuck the team
Binarin trigger with two laser beams
My niggas all court ballin' for me
We catch us a shooter and then go on a spree
My niggas ballin' like we in the league
I don't gotta get close, I can shoot from the three
I caught a opp nigga lackin', he sweet
I threw a shot, told him, "Ball up, G."
And we got forties and thirties and drums
They tryna sneak diss, go through the mud
I love to bounce, I do it for fun
And when I blow, better have your gun
We at the two-four lookin' for Buns
My niggas dot seven with us to dump
Don't try to spin when we blowin' it up
With us a nine milli, I got a pump
Brr, with us a nine milli, I got a pump
On my mother, uh, I get shit done
On my mother, nigga, and I'm king cobra, nigga
On my mother, I really get shit done
Beez
You ain't safe