Sha Hef - Outside & Aktive Lyrics

Killers outside and they active

Spin in all black

Till we catch em

Move tactic

Pop em then drop off the ratchet

Lay on the block

Or we catch em in traffic

We running drills for practice

Came wit the cap

Now we holding him captive

We go retarted and wack shit

Hop out the V and hit 3

That's a hatrick

I make a pack do back flips

I just dropped 200 lbs

Like a fat bitch

I mix the zaza wit cat piss

Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes

100 pieces the size of a tablet

40 cal stuck to my hip like a magnet

I'm 100 no dirt on my jacket

Talkin too hot I said f*ck it we crashing




Killers outside and they active

I put a price on ya head they gon cash it

I treat a brick like a elastic

Catch em and stretch em like Mr fantastic

Full of lead but the glizzy is plastic

Getting no passes we giving out caskets

Tryna see who kill em the fastest

Hit em like 7-8 times

Yeah I'm spazzing

I got too high they can't past me

I up the Nina

She doin em nasty

I can't pay for no pussy

Don't ask me

Bullets took after half his top like Cassie

Got to busy the Feds came a snatched me

Bail out then go on run tell em catch me

We go body for so match me

I'm the big homie

These niggas can't patch me

We took his watch we on timing

Soon as he get outta line

We gon line em

That water get deep ima dive in

F*ck how he rap

He wrap bricks so I signed him

My neck got too many Diamonds

Mama said this shit ain't come from no rhyming

F*ck all that mama I'm grinding

I hit a lick wit my slime then slimed em

See me they moving wit caution

I might just dump on a opp

On the walk-in

I let my glick to the talking

Nigga was moving to hot so we torched em

Piss on the spot where they chalked em

Shooters like Trey

They pull up and they hawk him

Hit em and left him portions

That nigga dead ain't no need for a coffin


Killers outside and they active

Spin in all black

Till we catch em

Move tactic

Pop em then drop off the ratchet

Lay on the block

Or we catch em in traffic

We running drills for practice

Came wit the cap

Now we holding him captive

We go retarted and wack shit

Hop out the V and hit 3

That's a hatrick

I make a pack do back flips

I just dropped 200 lbs

Like a fat bitch

I mix the zaza wit cat piss

Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes


Huh,

Right,

I had a fiend, his name was Jason

An overdose only thing he be chasing

Good dope make his heart start racing

AMG nigga lets go racing

You a rat, you came out of the station

I get the pounds straight from the Asians

38 we aint leaving no casings

(38 we aint leaving know)

I get a brick then hit it wit fetty

Brodie masked up but he aint Freddie

Jumped off the porch you better be ready

I got that white girl it aint Betty

Fronted my man some work he f*cked up

And I lost every penny

Puerto Rican fiend his name was Eddie

(Puerto Rican fiend his name was Eddie)

I get the guns from North Carolina

Selling plates like we work at the diner

Get fly do a hit in designer


Killers outside and they active

Spin in all black

Till we catch em

Move tactic

Pop em then drop off the ratchet

Lay on the block

Or we catch em in traffic

We running drills for practice

Came wit the cap

Now we holding him captive

We go retarted and wack shit

Hop out the V and hit 3

That's a hatrick

I make a pack do back flips

I just dropped 200 lbs

Like a fat bitch

I mix the zaza wit cat piss

Opps in rotation we spoke till they ashes

100 pieces the size of a tablet

40 cal stuck to my hip like a magnet

I'm 100 no dirt on my jacket

Talkin too hot I said f*ck it we crashing