Something Seem Funny

Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas know they ain't standin' a chance with us, nigga We the fucking mob, nigga Yeah [Verse] When we bounce out them cars niggas go to ducking quick You can run faster than a fuck, but you can't duck a switch Fuck the opps, we bend they block screaming "Suck a dick" Auntie shop, I got drop, she need another fix Broski whacked [?] and bounced back out in another whip He thought he was low with that hoe, shot him through the tint Is it a crime for me to get fly? Spend your rent money just to get high Bitch said she sick of my shit, I told the bitch "Bye" Once you go over you stuck, we don't switch sides You thought that them niggas was up, you tried to dickride Brodie pop a Perc' and get stuck, it's a lot on his mind He 5'7, ride with a pistol, and that bitch his size I go to war with any nigga, I bring it right to yo' momma step I put twenty on his head, I'm like "Why the fuck y'all ain't drop him yet?" They like "Papi, he been hiding, the only reason we ain't got him yet" And when you see him run his ass down, 'til he run out of breath Bro ain't got no license, but drive the whip like he made for it Icy as a bitch with two cubans, but he ain't pay for 'em We get the drop on one of they cribs, and sit and wait for 'em Bro like a lion on the loose, and you look like steak for him Long range, brodie like to do his stain, he got great form I ain't leavin' none of the bros behind, I'ma wait for 'em We ain't had no wheel to do the drill, we used the skateboard The opps don't be outside they store, it ain't safe for 'em About my brother I'ma do twenty-five to life two times He ain't gotta swing it, I'm shooting my shit a few times Tell a bold face lie, [?], you committing true crimes Told Neph "We gon' be rich as a bitch and do time" Nigga I talk for the trenches Walk with the hawk, shit get vicious Up, let it spark, it hit different A gut shot blew out his appendix Niggas act like they ain't started when they see how we gon' finish Nigga I ain't making diss songs, we got enough chops to get your strip gone I'm banging out broad day, clearing shit He ran his lip to a bitch, must have thought I wouldn't hear this shit Bitch, I'm really him, I'm not them, watch who you dealing with Percs got me seeing funny shit They hit him in his leg, he can't run again Ain't no rules, caught him while he had his son with him He should've had his gun with him Drac' took his face, he did a hundred flips Bro don't give a fuck about a rap song, he tryna gun some shit I don't bring bros to the booth 'cause they might rob the rappers I don't give a fuck about it if he want a problem after Nigga this how we coming Brodie gon' take it if he see something He forgetful, he always tryna leave something You'll be on the ground bleeding out your ass Your man ran, took flight, you got left for dead They like "Papi, why you so vicious?" Skinny, and I'm yellow, I ain't takin' shit from no nigga Been that same way since a baby God or Allah couldn't save you Paramedics tryna scoop his brain fragments off the pavement Middle of the winter, we gon' bounce out blazin' We ain't walk stages, we put niggas on pages Pull up to the opp block, tryna see how good my aim is We only came to take a soul, you gon' die with your chain with you Rumor has it your cousin and brother got hit with the same pistol You can diss us all you want, you still gon' wake up to the same issues