John Woo Flick

(albüm: Greetings Earthlings - 2022)

Look, tell them rap niggas we taking over, had to change the flow up
Now I'm in the Maybach sipping a Spade mimosa
Take a big and make the quota with the baking soda
Pray to Jehovah, K with the shoulder strap, spray, it's over (Brr)
Wait, hold up, if I said so, spray your Rover
Spray the fold-up, niggas good fellas like Ray Liotta (Hah)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr)
Shooter sniff the yay, he need to wake his nose up (Cash)
I'm from the East side, them niggas over there be wilding (Uh-huh)
And catching bodies, throwing bullets like Aaron Rodgers (Talk to 'em)
I'm looking at these rap niggas like, "Is there a problem?" (What's popping, nigga?)
I part the middle of your head like Larry Johnson (Woo)
Kush in the morning, drink my 'gnac in the day
I'm tired of hearing old niggas talk 'bout back in the day (Fuck outta here)
I ride around with two things, that's a MAC and a K
Act like I'm playing, I'm pulling up and I'ma blast you away (Brr brr, brr, brr)
Uh, yeah, I need to see the money pile over (Uh-huh)
My shooter coming off the bench like Kyle Korver (Boom, boom, boom)
Hide the body for a month and left a foul odor
I'm Kobe Bryant on my team, I'm the fucking closer, nigga (Machine)

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)

Daringer compared to RZA
I'm compared to niggas that'll stab you in your face with a pair of scissors (Hold that)
Courtside watching the Wizards, Cartiers expensive (Uh-huh)
Air the extended (Uh-huh), have you laying somewhere in intensive (Brr brr, ah)

I swing this MAC, I'm clearing the fences
Enough shooters on my team to embarrass the Pistons (Nigga)
The trap empty, all I had, kitchenware and a biscuit (That's it)
I need a pile of dirty cash and somewhere I can rinse it (Uh-huh)
This for my niggas in the Fed max who pray daily (I 'member that)
My dawg pulled his mask up and sprayed eighty (Brr)
That's Wayne Perry shit, y'all niggas Wayne Bradys (Y'all pussy, huh)
I'm leaving with your daughter if you can't pay me (What's poppin'?)
These OGs 'round me real veterans (Facts)
My shooters real reckless, it take a lot for me to feel threatened (Nigga)
In interviews, they asking real questions (Like what?)
Like, "Is you still hustlin'? In videos, you using real weapons?" (No comment)
If it's time to clip you, we the ones to move
I got the call about it before I seen it on the news (Ah)
Light brown interior, the seats peanut butter too
The whole gang be doing life if we leave it up to you (Uh, you a rat, nigga)
Everybody G 'til they get hit with a hawk (Hit with a hawk)
Walk the main line in the L and get hit with a fork (Uh-huh)
Had a clientele's list that was as big as New York
That's why the door on my bedroom thick as a vault
The Butcher, nigga, ah

Ayo, no bricks in the Off-White RIMOWA
Them shits see-through, we rock it for the culture
Bodies on each pole, keep acting like you know us (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Beautiful nightmares, we running out of soda
So much Dior Homme, thought I was Kim Jones
Fuck it, cop me an island, dip the Benz in gold (Skrrt)
Cook another brick, then the kitchen closed (Ah)
Ran up in his locker, take that nigga phone (Ah)
Catch him in his cell, my ock sprayed him up (Brr)
He did it for some oil and a prayer rug
MachineGun in the summer, still wearing gloves
B.O meet me in the mess hall with all my Bloods
Inshallah, I see a hundred
Get caught with it, I'll be home in three summers (Ah)
Get caught without it, might not live to speak about it
My nigga still got forty, he might not leave up out it

Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Yeah, shit real, nigga, uh)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (The whole house heard that shit, nigga)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Hit everything, nigga, make sure you hit everything, nigga, empty them clips, homie)
Sprayed eighty, the baby woke up (Brr, brr brr, brr, yeah, boom, boom, boom)