Lyrics

[Verse 1] "Don't stop rapping" they keep telling me I'm in the hood where the bricks go for thirty G's The devil keeps tempting and urging me But I can never see an enemy and not put his arse up in surgery Makaveli in the flesh Art of war, we gon' battle to the death Mention S, how we did this shit the best This an Audemars Piguet Feds out for my freedom Fuck a bitch, I don't love 'em, I don't need 'em It's on sight when I spot 'em, when I see 'em The getaway car was a BM, these guns Europеan Rap about drills, they ain't been on the field My boy got lifе, now he's waiting on appeal I'm a gang boss, you're just an affiliate Idiot, these bullets hit targets and innocent Militant, diligent, I'm stacking my dividends [Hook] Man down when the Trey spit Head shot, I'm giving facelifts When they see me they don't say shit That gun on me where my waist is, leave you wasted Man down when the Trey spit Head shot, I'm giving facelifts When they see me they don't say shit That gun on me where my waist is, leave you wasted [Verse 2] I can dump from the car or I can walk up and shoot Every beef won, we ain't never called a truce Retta or the spinner, man it's really hard to choose Daytime or nighttime, I'm always in the mood Got the coke in the water like some synchronised swimmers Me and RE, we're some synchronised sinners Nigga you're a boss, he's a pussy and he's timid Anything I started, better know that I finished Came from the road so I do it for the bros Niggas only gangsters on the Gram and the posts I'll have a doctor checking for a heartbeat and pulse Broad day, main road, nigga we can go [Hook] Man down when the Trey spit Head shot, I'm giving facelifts When they see me they don't say shit That gun on me where my waist is, leave you wasted Man down when the Trey spit Head shot, I'm giving facelifts When they see me they don't say shit That gun on me where my waist is, leave you wasted