WRAP EM UP

Lyrics

[Intro: Dusty Locane & TaTa] Feva, rr Every opp shot, everythin' dead 41 shots to the head Like, grrah-grrah (Like, grrah, like, grrah, aah) Like, grrah [Chorus: TaTa & Dusty Locane] Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro) I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they trip I won't rap about shit that I did I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn) No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro) And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva) Oh, it's up?, then it's lit (Grrah, grrah) Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick) I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva) Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha) TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it) How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one) Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha) I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Like, grrah) Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done (Grrah, like, grrah) [Verse 1: TaTa] Like two quarters I'm stayin' on fifty (On bro) Like a hour that shit hold sixty (Grrt, baow) In the spot with the [?] gettin' deady And the opps linkin' up, man, that shit gettin' mixy (On bro) I'm with [?] went dumb off a 30 Talkin' tough, we gon' number your jersey (On bro) I be geekin' when I'm on the beat And when they have my shit, niggas start gettin' sturdy Heart made of metal, they callin' me Stark (Like, damn) And I gave a thottie my heart (The fuck?) Jenny said we not fallin' apart And there's sharks in this water Don't swim when it's dark (On bro) I'm a animal, slide in the dark, nigga I'm nocturnal, catch him And cut him, rip him apart, nigga I bet this .40 gon' burn you (Like, damn), like, grrah Why these dumb niggas eyein' the V? (Like, damn) Like I don't got my iron on me (Grrah-grrah, boom) Mr. Everything Dead, yeah, I'm ready nigga Come outside, niggas hidin' from me Please don't play, I got knockers on me Don't run, put the dot on a tee (Like, grrah-grrah) Mr. Everything Deady, I'm ready nigga I'm with 'Cane, he gon' up it for free (Like, grrah), bitch [Chorus: TaTa & Dusty Locane] Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro) I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they trip I won't rap about shit that I did I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn) No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro) And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva) Oh, it's up? Then it's lit (Grrah, grrah) Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick) I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva) Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha)TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it) How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one) Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha) I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Wanna fuck) Pass her onto the cuz 'cause I'm already done [Verse 2: Dusty Locane] They preyin' the bag while I'm chasin' the paper (Chasin' the paper) Watch for envious worse than the haters Dead off Henny, ain't doin' no chaser [?] lean off the [?] You ain't slide, your homie still died All them posts and still ain't gon' wake up You gon' hide when killers arrive You gon' need a whole army to take us Tell your bitch to relax She tellin' stories, I'm tellin' the facts And I only linked 'cause she come for a nut No, I ain't textin' her back She back out a camera, quick to react Your bitch a treesh so I hit from the back Tryna play it cool but we up first He should know better than the lead With some steppers that kill for them digits Only linkin' that bitch if I'm rinsin' And you claim that I'm fuckin' your bitch Don't know if I did but I fit the description We gon' shoot through the crowd like a piston Go for the kill, fuck a opposition Put a green beam on his head Rolled in a spliff, wrapped him up for Christmas [Chorus: TaTa & Dusty Locane] Droppin' my shit, you get put on the list (On bro) I be smokin' they mans, yeah, they trip I won't rap about shit that I did I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick (Like, damn) No cap, the knocker make him lift (On bro) And I'm with Dusty posted on the 5th (Feva) Oh, it's up? Then it's lit (Grrah, grrah) Big 41, I'm the king of this shit (Look), bitch Double M Feva, gang walk with a stick (With a stick) I can't lack, I'ma ride for the cigs (Feva) Lose your life tryna slide on the 5th (Hahaha) TaTa up it, that boy ain't gon' miss (Know TaTa up it) How many shots? Forty-one (Forty-one) Your pole in the crib, I'm outside with my gun (Hahaha) I heard she a freak, wanna rub (Wanna fuck) Pass her off to the cuz 'cause I'm already done