Wise Guys

Lyrics

[Intro] Bitch, free my bros Fuck the DEA Fuck the DEA Y'all can suck a dick That's a PSA [Chorus] Real-life situations Gotta separate 'em We was just celebratin' Now they investigatin' Keep your eyes open And your mouth closed And it's fuck the judge Bitch, free my bros Fuck the DEA Fuck the DEA Y'all can suck a dick That's a PSA, ayy Last week We was just makin' rhymes Now this week My dog in the chain game [Verse 1] Shit been gettin' real One step from a deal Another kid got killed Cross my fingers then I kneel Fifteen with a thousand pills, ayy Shit gave me the chills Shit gave me a mil' Went through the mud for real, ayy Shed blood for real, ayy Really got plugged for real, ayy My dog on the run for real, ayy Keep a gun on him still, ayy Y'all ain't really in the battlefield Them people never hit your crib Y'all ain't did no federal crime Y'all ain't dodgin' no federal time [Chorus] Real-life situations Gotta separate 'em We was just celebratin' Now they investigatin' Keep your eyes open And your mouth closed And it's fuck the judge Bitch, free my bros Fuck the DEA Fuck the DEA Y'all can suck a dick That's a PSA, ayy Last week We was just makin' rhymes Now this week My dog in the chain game [Verse 2] I gotta beat the odds I gotta stay alive Nigga, I just came alive Ayy, we finna enjoy this ride All these money ties All these mob ties, ayy I'm just a wise guy, ayy But goddamn tired, ayy Somethin' 'bout the cartel, the car smell, you know I got a tongue with me Made a car sell off of one bale, niggas can't do nothin' with me Kidnap the prosecutor, have that bitch prostitutin' Fuck your informant, bitch, we gon' blow him [Chorus] Real-life situations Gotta separate 'em We was just celebratin' Now they investigatin' Keep your eyes open And your mouth closed And it's fuck the judge Bitch, free my bros Fuck the DEA Fuck the DEA Y'all can suck a dick That's a PSA, ayy Last week We was just makin' rhymes Now this week My dog in the chain game, ayy [Verse 3] System breakin' niggas But it's no fold No feelings in this shit You gotta hold 'em (Gotta hold 'em) State to state (State to state) Playin' Texas Hold'em Fuck the police Fuck y'all patrollin' Y'all hatin' on a young king I'm feelin' like Dr. King, nigga Had to go chase a dream Got my baby mama mad at me, nigga This bitch say I'm selfish, ayy Bitch, I'm out here tryna get us wealthy [Chorus] Real-life situations Gotta separate 'em We was just celebratin' Now they investigatin' Keep your eyes open And your mouth closed And it's fuck the judge Bitch, free my bros Fuck the DEA Fuck the DEA Y'all can suck a dick That's a PSA, ayy Last week We was just makin' rhymes Now this week My dog in the chain game, ayy