Taliban

(альбом: From Dark To Light - 2020)

Pipe that shit up, TnT
Brr
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Niggas better not
NIggas better not pop out for real
Brr, ayy, ayy

Ayy, my brodie got a lick
He say he tryna bring 'bout forty back
Forty packs and forty racks
.40 Cal and a MAC
Box him up, Apple Jacks
Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat
In the scat, caught him lacking
Windows cracking, tires flat
I say "We ain't come here for nothing nigga, we want it all"
Jewelry on, you know that I'm stunting nigga, we love to ball
Never ducking opps, if I'm inside, I'm ducking federals
Stopped taking Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on Fentanyl

Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got 'bout twenty on god (Oh, ayy)
Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I'll spare
Ain't no trusting us we busting stuff like we play for the Warriors
What you is nigga? What you bangin'? You say you did, then throw it up
Suck the gang she throwing up, now she saying she don't know us (Ayy)
New hoes coming through, we going up nigga, fuck her (Yeah)
Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I'm tough tough
Move them killers, we don't say shit, we let them guns bust
Even though I had talent (Ayy), I was still out committing robberies
My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed
Good deed, bad deed, we gon' do that shit if we in need
Bad bitch with both legs for me, I think she Cherokee
I be coming, with Taliban drugs
Paraphernalia and the contrabands
They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land
Better treat me like Osama in this bitch
But we ain't stabbing bullets get to clapping (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Saw this nigga play, he gon' lay, ayy, ayy, ayy
This a hooligan she raising ayy, babe, babe, babe
Wraith, that's my taste, I ain't tryna drive no straight
Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake
Fast sip, slow smoking dope, lean out the bottle
Fucking on a model, I DM'd her I ain't have to follow
Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fucking hollows
Come here, barrel to the face blow his brains out him
He out of bounds, I had to foul him
Ref throw in the towel
The crowd going wild
Big man on the block Pau Gasol
And round to round, pound for pound, you can't last clown
You must've heard about that last nigga we bummed down

Ayy, my brodie got a lick
He say he tryna bring 'bout forty back
Forty packs and forty racks
.40 cal and a MAC
Box him up, Apple Jacks
Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat
In the scat, caught him lacking
Windows cracking, tires flat
I say we ain't come here for nothing nigga, we want it all
Jewelry on, you know that I'm stunting nigga, we love to ball
Never ducking opps, if I'm inside, I'm ducking federals
Stopped taking Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on Fentanyl

See, I be coming, with Taliban drugs
Paraphernalia and the contrabands
They say they can smell us, still let me board then I land
Better treat me like Osama in this bitch
But we ain't stabbing bullets get to clapping (Brr)
Nigga, we ain't stabbing bullets in the classroom
We ain't toting machetes
We'll send you to Heaven with a stabbing
A stabbing, stabbing, stabbing right in front of Reverand, brr
NLE, the Top Shotta
Ball out, ball out, ball out