Jayson Tatum

Lyrics

[Intro] We step on everything Completely [Verse] Call killers, we don't call for help Did it all myself, pain was felt When I let that wheel go, that shit gon' park itself And we keep a few new opps Tinted with a choppy, we done blew threw blocks Shootin' shots No, you can't be gang 'cause we got mutual opps Niggas cap Saw us, tried to run, he got a couple feet, shit hit his back With the Lamb' truck, we disrespect that shit then give it back Pull up tryin' to air they asses out, gon' need some Fix-a-Flat You ain't uppin' at your door, that package drop, they send it back Chase a check, this ain't safе to rep 'Cause we'vе been faced with death Killers hunt 'em down, we run the town, they go and take his breath It's they block, we spin it 'til it's not, that's just the way we step Died with his vest, it hit his neck, that's just a waste of vest Gang know it's gang, I won't switch for nothin' Hit the button If you ain't no driller, you should stick to hustlin' Shit be nothin' Scrollin' through my textses while two bitches fuckin' Hit me up then ran, they thought I died, man, them niggas buggin' Went to pay 'em visits 'til they fell back Talkin' to the homie, he ain't home, he got a jail jack Stop they block flow, we drop a hundred where they sell at If I know you plugged, I might need you, ain't no sale tax Had it close Body senses tingle, I can feel it when a savage close Call lil' brodie Matt Hardy, flipped until his ladder broke Cabo Verde Barbie tell me pull up, I go grab the locs .30s out in Boston like I'm Tatum when it matter most Shark, it rented too, we tinted, spin it through The game recruited me to shoot, shit, it was either them or Duke A bad week She just got a call, her son was laid up on some backstreet Ran through that caution tape like runners at the track meet They predators I don't rap about a lot of shit 'cause that shit regular Flew his baby mama out to Cali, why you stressin' her? Hitter got indicted, man, I pray that they don't catch us up It ain't too many left of us