Stay Dangerous

(album: Stay Dangerous - 2021)

Ayy
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the stretcher
(Produced by YodaYae)
C4, I don't know no better
(Just pay the guy)

Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K, ain't got no stage fright
Most them niggas I was with had to get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole, he can't even count his days right
Uh, tester tasted that dope, said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the stretcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no letter, took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said I better not ever
I better not ever, no, I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I left her, can't stay, that's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever

And these hoes like paparazzi, they spot me wherever
And these niggas act like hoes 'cause they don't be no better
He wasn't getting no motherfucking cheddar, cheddar, cheddar
Fucked that bitch and found out she's a bed wetter
She won't give no head, oh, she acting like she scared, left her
Clown-ass nigga, that boy up on Stephen said level
And I fuck your bitch, I don't like your rap, she said I say it better
Play 'round, he's a dead fellow
Thirty shots, he running like a treadmiller
Met a plug, he hit my price right on the head, nigga
Ever play around with CEO, then he's a dead nigga
Watch him bled, nigga
Full of lead, nigga
I know your partner kind of scared, but they ain't gon' say it, nigga
A real boss and I'm gon' play it, nigga
Better watch your homie when your back turnt
She was single, now she pregnant, now she backburnt
He was broke, he finessed, now he back turnt
Niggas really don't like the truth 'cause them facts hurt
It's all red now, he had on a black shirt
Popped that thirty ball and fucked 'til her back hurt
"How you high speed all them foreign cars?" 'Cause I'm Black, sir
Ayy, I ain't had no daddy, I'm a bastard
Got these 'bows in this house, Mr. Baxter
Ayy, I fuck a bitch until I see her tracks, sir
Ayy, ayy, and we can fuck, but I gotta feel that neck first
Uh, bitch steady asking me my neck worth
I ain't doing shit until they clear that check first
It's a Glock in here, but you can call it a man purse
Count these hundreds 'til my hands hurt
Money over everything right now, but it was fam first
Fuck 9-12, I seen my dog put in that damn hearse
Niggas tweaking on C4 'cause they want a damn verse
Tell all my brothers to stay dangerous and blam first
For sure

My bros to stay dangerous and blam first
Ayy
My bros to stay dangerous and blam first

Ayy
Ayy, don't shoot, just be out late night
I perform with that K, ain't got no stage fright
Most them niggas I was with had to get left 'cause I stayed right
Bro inside that hole, he can't even count his days right
Tester tasted that dope, said it don't taste right
Can't finesse a real finesser, hundred shots, get the stretcher
I ain't playing no sports to get no letter, took one off his sweater
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said I better not ever
Ayy, ayy, I better not ever, no, I better not ever
Told the bitch I could not sweat her, mama said better not ever
Fucked that bitch and then I left her, can't stay, that's not clever
You know C4 a trendsetter, they copy whatever