[ Featuring Kp28 ]
R.I.P. Kobe Bryant, man
Shit crazy
Trapping with the homies
We done came up from the basement
Might cash out on a Rollie
Put the gang up in a spaceship
Strap up with the 40
Take my aim and make his brain shift
This gas is all imported
Ain't the same as what you lames get
We balling on em I feel like it's game six
And y'all don't want no problems cuz we dangerous
Guap up in our pockets ain't no change bitch
Tell the ops we got they coffins and they graves picked
Horseshoes on my pocket
Flipping weight to make some profit
Aye aye
Drop the top on the Phantom like his coffin
Put the 40 to his chest
And make him jump just like a dolphin
Hopping in the spaceship
Blasting off to see some f*cking Martians
Cuz I hit the blunt
I'm so high
Sitting next to Crodi in the front
On my side, you can run, you can hide
But we'll find out where you're from
In the dark, in the sky
I'm about the f*cking hunt
We gon end your life, ah ee
Treating life just like its Game Six
One shot, can't miss
Leave his brain split
Leave her as a mistress
No one talk to me
Keep your distance
Me and MAK11 make a scene
And leave no witness, yuh bitch
Trapping with the homies we done came up from the basement
Might cash out on a Rollie put the gang up in a spaceship
Strap up with the 40 take my aim and make his brain shift
This gas is all imported ain't the same as what you lames get
We balling on em I feel like it's game six
And y'all don't want no problems cuz we dangerous
Guap up in our pockets ain't no change bitch
Tell the ops we got they coffins and they graves picked
We want all the commas they should know that
Don up in my province got my soul tapped
Tryin' cop some Versace off of the coat rack
Ride a Kawasaki while I smoke gas
Bomb like Nagasaki bet I'm gon blast
Flow with a passion
Shawty get low and I smash it
I need new clothes I love fashion
Tryin lead my cros to a mansion
I keep em close they be family
We beating foes they keep lacking
He get exposed if he capping
My team was chosen we captains, yeah
You know we never be giving up
No you can never get rid of us
Nobody better they getting cut
Bro you ain't next cuz I been the one
Put a hole in his sweater no hit and run
Son we focused on cheddar you won't get a cut
Want gold like some treasure I'll dig it up
I keep blowing this pressure I'm lit as f*ck
Trapping with the homies we done came up from the basement
Might cash out on a Rollie put the gang up in a spaceship
Strap up with the 40 take my aim and make his brain shift
This gas is all imported ain't the same as what you lames get
We balling on em I feel like it's game six
And y'all don't want no problems cuz we dangerous
Guap up in our pockets ain't no change bitch
Tell the ops we got they coffins and they graves picked
