[Post-Chorus: Enphamus] I'm in the MIA, shit so hot I can't breathe, cut on the fan How you gon' get me touched? Bitch boy, you ain't pick up your man I'm from the 6 where you need more than a dream, lil' nigga, you need you a plan One thing for sure, either was rappin' or robbin', on God, I come for my bands [Verse 1: Enphamus] I ain't even made it Still be havin' them thoughts of sendin' these niggas to Grady Lil' bitch crazy Two o'clock, hit my phone, say Enphamus gave her a baby Bitches fugazi You know my pull-out game on, then I'm ghostin' you daily You ain't my lady You'll get treated like shit, you can die with your ugly-ass baby In a Mercedes Still ain't bended or folded on none of my motherfuckin' members Since it's November I know the opps must think 'bouta spin on they lil' bitty sissies Popped out with fifties When it was time for that smoke, triple-K, I went, hung out the window Nigga, let's spin it They just mad as fuck I got motion, way more than a sensor Ruin my image Cover my face when in church, I been doubtin' that God'll forgive me What is forgiveness? Poppin' these Percs by the 30, like Kodak, I turned to a gremlin Finish my sentence I wish I felt like a hero, the city turned me to a villain Despicable Me I was a minion of violence, my day, I seen so many killings Aw shit, it's a hundred degrees So somebody cut on the fan Triple-K don't even fuck with you niggas I stay triple-K as the motherfuckin' Klan Beam, Glock, 40s and 30s We hop out, they never got far when they ran .556 finna fuck and the beat gon' take him to the king like he Tamela Mann [Chorus: Enphamus] We got switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch Switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch, switch We got blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick Blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, blick, uh
[Post-Chorus: Enphamus] I'm in the MIA, shit so hot I can't breathe, cut on the fan How you gon' get me touched? Bitch boy, you ain't pick up your man I'm from the 6 where you need more than a dream, lil' nigga, you need you a plan One thing for sure, either was rappin' or robbin', on God, I come for my bands
[Verse 2: Quez2rr] How many licks do it take? 'Cause you swear I'm a sucker Hit his block with the broom and Lil Blade got the duster We cleaned up the opp, now they call it Ghostbuster Tough guy, got some muscle, I bet you won't touch you He talk out his mouth, he meet Biggie and Pac Fuck the keys to the street 'cause I just picked the lock Put the cream on her face, got her feelin' like Wop Call lil' buddy champagne 'cause we gon' pop his top Put the case on the gang 'cause they know we some mobsters We hit that boy brain, now he dumb and you dumb JB kickin' doors, y'all can call him a punter Y'all runners, my niggas tote sticks, we some gunners This a crazy story, long live Von from the O Glizzy tucked, was at the store sellin' blow No overtime, I bet we up it and score He a sucker, tryna housewife a ho Green beam, I take out, knock off your hat Jail cell, was hidin' dope in my mat From the back, I might tear out her tracks Pocket rocket, not a time where we lack This ain't paranormal, bitch, this gang activity Call me viral 'cause I know they gettin' sick of me Clamp an opp, knock the boy out his misery Stick him up just like the Statue of LibertyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
