Exposing Me

Lyrics

[Intro] 09—, 092 Free the— Free the— (Uh) Free the guys [Verse 1] Look, I'm armed and dangerous (Dangerous) Ain't no parkin' at the light, no, ain't no stainin' us (Never) Can't trust a soul if you ain't gang No, you can't hang with us (Fuck is you talkin'?) I came from nothing, I call Guap He let it bang for us (Bang for us) He let it—, he let it— (Brr, grr) I'm 092, yeah, I'm Woo Let it bang out the coupe (Grrt) I let it boom (Boom), let it shoot (Shoot) Got them 22's in my shoes (Shoes) [Chorus] Uh, that's on everything That's on everything That's on everything [Verse 2] Uh, I'm SRK (K), GDK (K) And I play (Play), up it to your face (Grr, face) And I gang bang (Bang), and we slay Get away, dirty, get away, get away (Get the fuck out my face, nigga) Why you talkin' like you 'ootin'? (Why you talkin'?) Who you shootin'? (Who you shootin'?) Who you foolin'? (Who you foolin'?) [Chorus] Uh, that's on everything (That's on my mother, nigga) That's on everything (Stop playin' with me) That's on everything (Uh) [Verse 3] Kemo I call Kemo, give you cancer (Uh-huh) Stupid dizzy, you a dancer (Uh-huh) Dummy got got by the Woos He woulda got away if he pulled his pants up (Ricky!) I hold that boy for ransom (Grrt) I pour a four in my Fanta (Bah) Is you with it or not? (Nah) Gun to his head, put your hands up Nigga, gun to your head, do the cha-cha (Uh-huh) While I'm fuckin' on your baba (Baow) I order steak with my lobster (Skrrt) I turn your noodles to pasta [Chorus] Uh (Uh), that's on everything (Let's get it) That's on everything That's on everything (You know the fuckin' vibes, nigga) [Verse 4] Look, said I pull up to TD in i8 If we all gettin' money then why hate? (Why you hatin', nigga?) Smoove Hease the renty, that boy is too bent an' he about to go fuck up the crime rate (Uh) I got .22's up in my coupe Act up in a school, we pull up, we givin' the boot (Givin' the boot) Yeah, I'm big Flossy Woo (Woo) No construction, but a nigga know I got the tool (Know that, grrt) I'm never lackin', always pistol-packin', with them automatics, we gon' send him to heaven Pull up, what's crackin', nigga? What you jackin'? Found his body up on Chanel 11 (Fuck that nigga) [Chorus] Uh, that's on everything That's on everything (That's on my soul, nigga) That's on everything (Uh) [Verse 5] Huh, there's no exposin' me I got hit, then you got hit, that's how it's 'pposed to be ('Pposed to be) If I want you dead, then you're dead, there's no controllin' me (Never) Forty clip, thirty clip, fifty clip I got a whole lotta guns, nigga (Know that, yo, Cig) Pull up, what's crackin'? What's up? What happened? No jokin', no laughin', no talkin', we scrappin' [Chorus] Uh, that's on everything That's on everything That's on everything