Two C's are late
Tom check the truck, homie
Yeah, block baby
Been gettin' iffy, that's the walk, baby
I ain't been in the hood for like two weeks
Been hot lately, been havin' motion
Feds been on that switch, so I went chop crazy
Walk around this, put all my ice on like I'm not fat
Been turnin' the brothers, been throwin' dog now
You better check them pills
Watch who you servin'
They givin' life if it got noil in it
Don't never cop, no plea, we stand on target
Keep my circle small, look, ain't gon' call
I only ball with who I fall with
Cop 300 racks up in our dope land
Ain't playin' games with no...
Or he a rat, don't f*** with rappers
Take his rope from him, then burn the city out
We got the old jump, that Fetty bring them X's
With two zones, jump back and I got four hunks
Double like dub, just on the late night
Watch break like it's daylight
Can't go to war with it, cause my pages
So the 128

So the 128
Yeah, there's eight pints
We fight up in traffic, up that Drake
Hit his window, he be safe like
Gotta watch them f***ers droppin' lows
I hit her chain, got froze
Wipe my nose, because my watch gave me a call
We teed up every show, y'all got pause
Don't need no low, we on up and revive
40,000, so I'm close, so I'm close
I'm startin' up my day with a brother
Dough pancakes, just a couple
Bacon, soda pot, and a simple fork
Yeah, I already know what I'm doin'
Now it's time to go to work
I ain't talkin' like this
It ain't happenin' anyway, I ain't havin' no motion
All that street music, for the street
But I know it's June, now we comin' gang
So I'm, I'm good
I don't know, I don't put no hook on it
I don't know how we gon' do it, but that we gon' do it
For real
Hm
Nice