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Stay Dangerous
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Yo, man!
Uh, uh
Uh, I tell my niggas stay dangerous
Seen what he said online, then died outside
I don't know what the fuck he was thinking
I don't just diss my opps in songs
We patching for real, and we give out spankings
I'm finna pay him to kill, better go on the drill, whack one, get paid like Franklin, uh
Uh, we box him in like he finna be taken
He thinking he gon' get away, chase him down by the gate, he don't fall, then we keep on chasing
Chase a nigga down his block, tryna dirty my glock, his neighbors gon' think we racing
Shot his ass so many times for all of his rhymes, his bitch-ass ain't gon' make it
Shot his ass so many times, he knew he was dying, felt shots from the Drac', couldn't take it
My opps think they killers, we killing the killers get shot when we slide or graze 'em
These niggas do a little crime, they can't do the time, get caught, start telling who raised 'em
They hear you got a lil' body and ain't got a body these bitch-ass niggas gon' praise him, uh
Uh, uh, we leave niggas fatal
Soon as we spin this block and jumped out the car, shots fired, he ran, we chase him
Soon as we see a crowd, we blowing it down, come through with switches and wave 'em
I'll never squash the beef with none of my opps, they down, Lord knows I hate 'em, uh
Lil' bro caught him ahead, killed the one I want, the next opp we catch on me
Been spinning they shit for hours, I'm starting to get mad, I still ain't caught me a beat
It's like 3 AM, and I'm searching for them with shotters inside my V
Turned his rights, he red and then we fled, kept shooting his ass until he couldn't breathe
Soon as I bounce out with Drac', shoot his ass in his face, he fall and I'm watching him wheeze
I don't know nothing 'bout scaring the opps, put a beam on my Glock, I walk up, squeeze
We caught his ass tryna start up his car, walked up, popped out, holding his keys
I know a opp tried to spin through the block, we shot up his car, made him crash in the trees
We got some shit that'll rip through a vest when we spin over west like they got overseas
He saw the flash from the Drac' and he couldn't get away, his bitch-ass just sat there and freeze
They ain't know it was who when we came through shooting, used a shirt for a mask like I am a ski
My gunner got F's in school, but soon as he jumped in the streets, he caught him a beat, uh
Uh, uh, we finna get up on him
Soon as I got on feet, I blew my heat, shots fired when we creeped up on him
Couldn't catch a ride, so his poor ass died outside, got caught when we pulled up on him
All black mask and an all black hood, ain't know it was me when I bounced out on him
We shot his ass in the street, caught one to the knee, couldn't run, so he crawled to the corner
I don't even like his bitch, she like my pig, I still have four in them boner
I don't even like to drink, I smoke, dead opps, so baby, I guess I'm a stoner
We hit a opp in his head, but he still ain't dead, we still left his ass in a coma, uh
You know, TTSTK, nigga
You diss my brother, nigga, we gon' come kill your brother, nigga
You know that, uh
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah