Numb..stx BY QII
Look. Slide. Big Glock on my hip, this ain't for show. We don't do no talking, nigga, let 'em know. Listen. Step in the venue, I'm scanning the room One wrong move and we bringing the boom he thought he was safe, now he stuck in a a box im locking that safe hes up in tomb better make room ur bro is leaking be out on the street he tweaking that nigga ,to soft all u hoes be to. weak setting it off we get cluching we letting it all rang out best be ducking u frunt ur move u gonna lose acting like u tuff boy site down preschool I was just locked in wit a big homie he hang with them sharks Now I'm back on the block and it's pitch-black we in the dark We don't check no names, we just leave our mark Hit 'em in the chest, see the engine spark He was talking real crazy on Live last night Caught him at the light, now he losingl his sight Lil bro hopped out, yeah, he took that flight Left a hole in his chest, now he gripping tight See, I am not rapper, I'm really a stepper Got spicy text, but we got the black pepper My homie got thirty, he doing it clever You play with the gang, then you gone forever (Chorus) This that traffic music, we stuck in the jam I don't care about a bitch, I don't care about a gram Put a dot on his head, now he look like a cam We don't do no peace, nigga, look who I am Yeah, look who I am Von style, heavy drill, we don't give a damn Caught him slipping broad day, hit 'em through the sedan (Verse 2) Now look, let me tell you a story about a nigga named Lil Jay He thought he was tough till we crossed his way He was postin' up deep, trying to make a play Now his mama in black, got nothing to say I remember the nights it was cold in the trap No food in my stomach, just iron in my lap Now I'm chasing the millions, I'm I'll the map But I still keep a tool just in case they wrap We don't do no fighting, we don't do no boxing See the lo on his page, now my killers is clocking Got th tooe lo, hit the gas, ain't no way we stopping Body drop on the curb, now the neighborhood rocking Slide. Slide. Nigga, look what we did. Left him dead in the street, now they crying for the kid. (Outro) Yeah. That's how it go. You play, you lay. Ain't no second chances in these streets, nigga. Von. (Sound of a car speeding off, tires screeching)
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Look. Slide. Big Glock on my hip, this ain't for show. We don't do no talking, nigga, let 'em know. Listen. Step in the venue, I'm scanning the room One wrong move and we bringing the boom he thought he was safe, now he stuck in a a box im locking that safe hes up in tomb better make room ur bro is leaking be out on the street he tweaking that nigga ,to soft all u hoes be to. weak setting it off we get cluching we letting it all rang out best be ducking u frunt ur move u gonna lose acting like u tuff boy site down preschool I was just locked in wit a big homie he hang with them sharks Now I'm back on the block and it's pitch-black we in the dark We don't check no names, we just leave our mark Hit 'em in the chest, see the engine spark He was talking real crazy on Live last night Caught him at the light, now he losingl his sight Lil bro hopped out, yeah, he took that flight Left a hole in his chest, now he gripping tight See, I am not rapper, I'm really a stepper Got spicy text, but we got the black pepper My homie got thirty, he doing it clever You play with the gang, then you gone forever (Chorus) This that traffic music, we stuck in the jam I don't care about a bitch, I don't care about a gram Put a dot on his head, now he look like a cam We don't do no peace, nigga, look who I am Yeah, look who I am Von style, heavy drill, we don't give a damn Caught him slipping broad day, hit 'em through the sedan (Verse 2) Now look, let me tell you a story about a nigga named Lil Jay He thought he was tough till we crossed his way He was postin' up deep, trying to make a play Now his mama in black, got nothing to say I remember the nights it was cold in the trap No food in my stomach, just iron in my lap Now I'm chasing the millions, I'm I'll the map But I still keep a tool just in case they wrap We don't do no fighting, we don't do no boxing See the lo on his page, now my killers is clocking Got th tooe lo, hit the gas, ain't no way we stopping Body drop on the curb, now the neighborhood rocking Slide. Slide. Nigga, look what we did. Left him dead in the street, now they crying for the kid. (Outro) Yeah. That's how it go. You play, you lay. Ain't no second chances in these streets, nigga. Von. (Sound of a car speeding off, tires screeching)