Recuperate

(álbum: No Hooks II - 2017)

Gang!
Ayy, ayy
Know it's part two, bitch you know I'm rocking, nigga
Get your guns up, get your funds up
You on that opp shit, get mop stick, bitch
Out west 290 shit, YSN young street nigga
Ayy, gang
Ayy, ayy

All my niggas gangbang, fuck the other side
Just bought a choppa, now I'm feening for a homicide
Flyest nigga living, I give bitches butterflies
You a street nigga? Boy your ass don't even come outside
Get my street sweepers corners, come and pick my trash up
Made it rain in the club, hoes picking cash up
Big body, rims rub, nigga this a fast truck
Brian Urlacher, bitch you know I got my sacks up
Four macs in this Q7, this a Mack truck
Big bitch do a split, drop it, bring it back up
When we doing shows, all the hoes, they attack us
Yeah we ball but you fouled out, you shouldn't have hacked up
Tote a strap, nigga, so don't get clapped, nigga
I ain't got time to box with you, I don't wanna scrap with you
You was sleeping on me while you shouldn't have took a nap nigga
I got you and I know you want your lick back, nigga
I'm from out west, we don't go to kickbacks, nigga
My gun big but it don't got a kickback, nigga
I rock designer, everything missmatched, nigga
She get lost with me, I know you want your bitch back, nigga
I'm balling hard, you can have her back, I'm tossing her
Randy Mossing her
Bussa nut on her and make her sister lick it off of her
I can't cuff that bitch, no I'm not a police officer
Got a lot of haters but the glizzies keep them off of us
Gucci, Louis denim, boy you still rocking Hollister
Hit the mall with my dawgs and we buy a lot of stuff
If my brother shoot ya, I'ma shoot you, it's a lot of us
Shooter war vet 223 bullets chop you up
He say he getting money but the numbers never add up
If you say you real, what the fuck you got to act for?
You ain't down to kill, what the fuck you got a strap for?
You ain't chasing mils, what the fuck you serving packs for?
I fucked her and her friend, made that bitch call for backup
You ain't heard about that last nigga that got clapped up?
Wanna end up like that last nigga tryna act tough?
Adding money to my stash house and let it stack up
I'm riding with this baby choppa 'cause I'm ruthless
Rims blow your bitch, I catch you square than a deep dish
Get 'em straight up out that water yeah like a sea fish
Hit your block, then we double back, that's a remix
I spray the K then I get ghost like I'm Casper
Niggas broke but I ain't, what I need a cast for?
Don't be stupid, boy you know what we get on your ass for
No face, no case, what you think I got my mask for?
I heard niggas on that hate shit
These niggas broke, gotta face it
I roll me up a Swisher and I face it
My rims big, made my car look like a spaceship
I just bought another Draco with that K clip
I aim it at your nose, give your ass a face lift
If you ain't talking money I don't want your conversation
I just wanna fuck you bitch, I don't want your relations
Stick to that G code you don't know your combination
Them choppa bullets stopping your blood from circulating
The feds trying stopping my trap from percolating
But meanwhile I'm out of town recuperating