Lyrics:
Traffic (Skrt)
When It's Go Time, We Get cctive (cctive)
It's c 3TO, We Moving Tactic (Tact)
Catch Us By The Deli, Still Trappin (Racks, Racks)
Made 201 Off
than you FUCK THEM ALL... don't judge me by my words
I rather die by the truth, than dying in lying (don't mind the ruthers) CoviD 19 money making
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
Let's go
Surrounded by some real niggas (Lil Top)
Hey
Yessir (they won't do it)
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I said I need it
This Draco
Let's go
I'm surrounded by some real niggas (Lil Top)
Hey (yeah) , yessir (They won't do it) , Buddah Bless this beat
I said I need it
This Draco
To micromanage everything in our immediate
Environment when something unexpected
Happens, we become rigid and we
Respond by employing some tactic
That worked in
'fore I
End up in the grave
My girl said she wouldn't fly with me
Because right now it isn't safe
Thinks if I board that flight
They're gonna crash that
at a higher rate
Finding my wealth in an inspired state
Widening my shelf in a tighter space
Applying stealth tactics to acquire fate
Conquered insurmountable
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
Got you counting from on to ten
And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind
Cause you can't mess with the lyrical master rhymes
Send
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
you (coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position
And destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough
Your whole
Murda!"
Never forgot where we come from
Watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
and crash
Protect my niggas for combat
Leather face at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in
low filtered
Devils still feel this so you're living build tilted
MC's upon their axis, their body hazard tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus,
of my actions
Run the course with the tactics
Picking space like an atlas
I been obsessed since 03'
And the theory of sound got me light speed
Tormented
hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said
He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
the yougins crash out bout a bill
In the field with a steal plotting on him a kill
He just wanna live right
Go to Miami and take flights
Feet in the sand jet
streets where blood leak
Me and my whole fleet smoke trees, blow heat, roll unique
Do or die tactics, and keep us sharp on our feet, meak
And all we do is
tactic, let's sing anthems
No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities
Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men
They
Popping pills to get by, I don't take them to relax
I don't take them to get high, I take them cuz I'm sad
But I really want to die and I'm not
Man that shit really wild
Bound by my title, got rounds in the rifle
At distance I'm blitzin, can't sleep on a vio
Never was friend to me, only
You can't glide by vision 'cause you're see-through
You need to recognize the size of the atlas
You ain't as tall as half this, match this, past
Discuss these crash tactics by 65daysofstatic Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In