Lyrics
Starving nigga on beat, made this heatfor the street
Bass go deep in the back of the Jeep, bouncing off the hard concrete
Hear me beating like that beast, King Kong call the police
Caged up, now released, coming for ya, better retreat
Out ya seat, on ya feet, bout to preach, y'all in my reach
Don't want no smoke, don't want no beef
Trust me nigga, y'alldon't want that grief
For ya fam, or ya freak,watch ya back, don't sleep
That heater creep, like a thief, catch ya slippinglike ya stepped in grease
Slippity slide, no cleats, lost ya grip oh sheet
Playing them games, hide and seek
Talking sheet, when you speak
Now the glock, pressed on ya cheek
Will I pull it,we gon see
Smoke with me, ain't the place to be
Big regrets, when ya on ya knees
Scared as fuck, bout to cop a plea
Trust me dog, this will be brief
You won't feel it, when ya cease
To exist, straight relief
Off the map, in the breeze
Gone nigga, straight deceased
This ain't no game, this how I eat
Stepto mine, I will unleash
Hook
Bruh I will get witcha, ya try to pull a swithcha
To stick me for my richas, niggas thank they slicker
Everybody is a trickster, until they face the trigger
And then they cry andquiver, begging you to forgive em
Everybody thank they hard, till ya buck and pull they card
Findweak to pull apart, find the X and spot the Mark
Out here swimming in dark, fuck around and find a shark
When ya infringe on Master Sarge, bet that Draco will discharge
On that ass with quickness, stand my ground don't need witness
Betchafeel a sudden sickness, when that heater pierce yabiscuit
Penetrated, know ya hate it, that ya make it on theshit list
Now ya faded, ya life wasted, all because ya test my fitness
Should've known, bruh on mygrind
Can't let another nigga come along, and take what's mine
That would some lame shit, bottom line, can't co-sign
Better off to find, some lame nigga thatain't go no spine
Bruh, but I ain't him, wrong one
Try to jack me, job done
Outta here, long gone
Bruh, I worked too hard formine, to let ya hit and run
Hook
Bruh I will get witcha, ya try to pull a swithcha
To stick me for my richas, niggas thank they slicker
Everybody is a trickster, until they face the trigger
And then they cry andquiver, begging you to forgive em