Boondocks

MoraBeats Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings We need more corn for the .38 spin When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin' Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke Grab it again and repeat it My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin' And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason Two black bells, two ZK's reapin' No cell site, just put a 'bo heat in Make a man sit down like it's parents' evening Tryna move tense when we step in the field The shotgun bell left his hairline peeled 9 Double M and .44 corn They hop when they fly, leave insides grilled (That's one) Run, life threaten, you're taking the piss We're going again 'til that job fulfilled Bro moves that whip, got hands on smoke He's going again and he's using skill The G-Lock fresh out the box like curd (Fresh) Come to the block, it's a turn for the worst Who's that there? Now we're taking a turn I fly it again, I ain't taking turns (Baow) They keep getting touched, but they still don't learn Riley's confused, who's doing the works? Bad B, no phone when I'm off her skets Blow juice, that bread is my main concern Circle the two and I'm robbing the block back School days, had a shotgun in my rucksack Died in Weems, know bare man done that (Yeah) Stacks from the bando, I love that, love that Pulling her hair, said she loves that, love that He tripped up, so I chucked that (Ching, ching) Bro got popped, I was quick Keep ballin', don't look back Obbo when bro can't lack, bro, fuck that When I'm spraying like Shampzy, run out of luck No shellings when he got chopped like Buj Watch everyone run when corn get flung I do it for bro, gang-gang, that's love (Gang) Chop that blade, sucky, it won't get chucked Had an epiphany, an opp got (Baow) Put two in the bruck, what if I hear 'bout drops? Then bait with my lighty, sloppy, it's top Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings We need more corn for the .38 spin When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin' Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke Grab it again and repeat it My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin' And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in (Baow) Talk slick, slide back, just give me a reason Two black bells, two ZK's reapin' No cell site, just put a 'bo heat in Make a man sit down like it's parents' evening (Pussy) Don't call my bluff Gang leave holes in your top like Shy Broad day, gang still do it at night Surprised they're alive like Ian Wright Get the drop in the Woods, we'll load up the bine Get a bang 'round there like it's Bonfire Night (Baow) Dinner with my lighty, she holding pipe Straight back to the T, let me cut down a nine Got smoked tryna smoke on his ciggie I ain't gotta talk too much, no Biggie (Haha) No manners, the gang get busy Back on the rammy and bro move giddy (Gang) Hold my breath when I let that blow Huff and I puff like three little piggies (Baow) Stick to the code, don't talk to the piggies If the shoe fits, then wear that filly (Wear it) Invest in a wap, better let yours beat Don't talk 'bout beef, we live in the street Just spotted a neek, bro circle the Jeep No juice on your blade, don't jump on a beat (That's one) This cat ain't a stray, it's giving off shell I'll give her a treat when I bag this B (Uh-huh) Don't @ me, then turn athlete The shotgun's lovely, it's coming petite (Baow) Head in, tryna find who's riding Ambulance picking up victims fighting Speak for yourself, but the guys ain't finding News don't know about numerous That's me and B, two swords like Vikings '02 Shotgun, snap that, rise it Flick off the safety, close one eyelid Blue tape, fly home, close my eyelids (Baow) Three man out the bin doing canteen sheets I'm still backseat tryna squeeze it Reload the twin ting, Hughie and Riley Suttin' got shh, now his opp in his feelings We need more corn for the .38 spin When no one peeps, it's ZK reapin' Causin' a ruckus, blue tape in the evening Rambo blade gon' fuck up your breathing Ching it, make that boom, dot that smoke My lighty's eyes roll back when I'm deepin' (MoraBeats) And eyes roll back when my blade goes deep in It's all of that rider entertainment, you get me? Shout my shooter, B Everytime Gang shit