Family

OVO Sound & Jimmy & AlChubbino - Rap, Drill
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[Intro: V9] (Lauky Beatz) Bring it closer though Jimmy, bring it closer Jimmy, bring it closer (Lauky Beatz) Man, I'm out here on these streets, man, I'm out here wyling I'm with the young bloods and we're paper chasing Mm, ayy come here [Verse 1: V9] If it gets peak, can't mission abort (Nope) Spin this car, let's grab some corn (Ayy, spin that) Opp block, let it roar Lost the war, he got bored (Splash) Tripped up, zored How's he alive? I don't know (I'on know) Was it bad? Leave me alone If you ain't gang, don't call my phone (Don't do it) I'm insane, dish out shells (Baow, baow) Give man hell, fucking hell (Uh-uh) Who got chinged? I can't tеll (Nope) Got the drop, he got impalеd (Splash) We got shells, proper bells (Mm-mm) Can't you tell? We do shit (Baow) And not tell Them man chatty like some girls, fucking hell (Some gems) [Verse 2: AlChubbino] She like me 'cause I'm road (Road) I fell in love with the rules (Rules) I turned one into two (Two) I fell in love with my tool (Tool) I turned one into three (Three) I fell in love with the fiends (Fiends) I turn a nine to half a B Coulda put a boy on the tee (Tee) Microwave 'cause I'm lazy (Lazy) Quick fork from the baby (Baby) Fuck them man, they love raving A man put splash on the pavement Come back your boy, you done left him (Left him) I might put a splash on your bredrin Gas stove, I'm amazing I just put a splash on my apron [Verse 3: Jimmy] This ain't a gang (This ain't a gang) This is a family Bad one wanna get to know the crew (She wan' know) She wan' flex, she wan' hang (Tally) On stage, didn't need no bally Just my khaki and my rammy (Uh) Yo V, swing the cali (Ayy, swing that) Just cool, my guy's too angry (Ah, man) Juice on tops, red like cranberry (Drenched) My man's wet, he's a fanny Just lined four dots up in the alley Little bro gon' hit them so casually (Flyin' 'em) Two cakes on me (Two cakes) No way can I drive my whip (No way) So I'ma just call up a cabbie Goin' past East when he cuttin' through madly [Verse 4: Billy Billions] This ain't a gang (Gang, gang) We La Familia (We La Familia) Bitch, I'm the man (Man, man) I look familiar (I look familiar) She wanna hang (Hang, hang) I know she feeling us (I know she feeling us) We smoking the opps (Opps, opps) Baby girl, bill it up (Baby girl, bill it up) Fifteen, I bought my first pole (Pole) Shoulda spend my dough in Zee & Co I'm addicted to the pros (Pros) And she just wanna tally, woah (Woah) But she gon' have to hold this hammer I'm a gentlemanly gangster Your man is not a real trapper (No, no) And he don't make more than my bagger Hit the Wray and I'ma stagger (Tally) She a tally, I'm a slapper (Baow) I ain't stopping for the X5's (Oh, no) 'Cause black lives really matter (They really do) Fuck the opps, them man are cappers (Cappers) I'm a rockstar not a rapper (Tally) I'm a twelve gauge double tapper (Baow) I'm a fully auto trigger basher [Verse 5: V9] 98, lemonade shit (Slatt) Hop out and move crazy (Baow, baow) I can talk about paigons (I can) 'Cause I leave man slumped on the pavements (I do) Grip, it I ain't playing (Nope) It's Nintendo, man start spraying (Ayy) This car come fast, a fuego (Skrrt) See you later, hasta luego (I'm gone) Bad B wan' suck and fuck, tally (Ayy), I love big bum Double S (Double S), then I cut (Ayy) I can't stay, must be dumb (Nope) Pullin' back like "Yagga (Ayy, come here) Come taste this dagger" (Splash, splash) Leave him red like Santa 98 gang pull up, do the mazza [Verse 6: AlChubbino] Fuck them man, they're not built right (Built right) Rap, trap and I drill right (Drill right) Deep thoughts, I wan' spill mine (Spill mine) Fucked the whip up the first time (First time) Drop the white like the milkman They're not bad, they don't know brave (Know brave) I run man down in my Colgates (Colgates) I tek man's girl, I got no game Kept my shank with me the whole day (Whole day) I'm too bait, I can't show face (Show face) I wet man up and his co-mate You step wrong, I step different (Different) I need patience when I'm fishing (Fishing) I need space, I need distance (Distance) Know my face, I'm consistent They know the place they went missing (Missing) [Verse 7: Jimmy] If I wanna buck my guys in the eight (My guys, my guys) I gotta cut through the eight (No) Oh shit, man, I swear that's jakes They pree man's plate, I check their names (Oh, shit) And don't get caught with your gyal (Don't do it) Too bad, don't care if she's sweet (Too bad) And it's long if you buck into gang (It's long) Pull up your pants with your boys and skeet (Best run) And I laugh when big man cut Scraping up cars, what a mug (Ah, man) Packed out whips, few waps up Petty on E, what the fuck? (What the bumba?) Jakes at my door in suits and stuff Tellin' Mum some gruesome stuff Really I should bake with the sweetest one Instead, I'm outside with this phone and grub (Trap) [Verse 8: Billy Billions] Smith & Wesson full of bine, niggas know I keep mine (Niggas know I keep mine) Take precaution when you ride, leave rebelling on your mind (Leave rebelling on your mind) Take the clip out the MAC, put it in a Glock .9 (Twenty-five) I'm a problem for the opps, I can put that on my life (I can put that on my life) I can't stall for the feds (Don't stall) I'm on the back of the ped Two waps on the bev, trip up and you're dead I can't lack on the curb (No way), fifty cal, she a bird When the gang mash work, you might end up on a shirt
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Credits
- Writers
- Billy Billions
- Jimmy
- AlChubbino
- V9