Conspiracy

Run out the bank wit my brudda Sword on the top it's a shank & a cutter I came out the gate & gutter Im cooking wit shit not just bacon & butter Baby I'm taking you under she screaming my name & staining the cover Stop spilling game from the huddle Don't say my name when yu in trouble Be nasty wit me not humble Be royal wit me don't rumble The conspiracy charge was bundle The ice inside's a jungle I done too came too far to crumble Shit don't kill you nigga it numb you I'll shoot it out for they jump you Nigga you know the vibe wen they come thru Shawty do crypto, And she a klepto Taught her back door, Put in effect mode Now she my backbone, I want the neck tho My lil neckbone Wanna be breasto Nigga get pressed on Can't be stepped on If he ever did it he won't step long They tap the iPhone now it's a trac fone 60 months I smoked it out like runtz You see the Star taking off go sit down & look Watch me to do magic wave my wan & put shit on these hooks We in here laughing cause my partner know how much shit I took I can't keep fucking wit niggas that keep fucking up These messy bitches couldn't jump inside my dumpster truck My tats still bleeding even tho they healed up Soon as the money machine (bleep) Gotta keep them M's tuck facts Shot missed but it hit the bottom fender Malcom x I'm standing by the window We were young making grills outta Reynolds's In the slums in the field wit the hittas Ask god why in sparing all these niggas Outside you can't hear about the middle Help pops wit the tv and attenas We gone talk bout bees and the slamma I remember trynna squeeze his lil hammer Pop Star trynna be the hood Santa Carolina & I bees in the Atlanta Feds watch so I cheese for the camera Smack her ass in them tights & pajamas In my force ones country grammar When you to real for it how yu handle it When you to real for it how you handle it? 60 months I smoked it out like runtz You see the Star taking off go sit down & look Watch me to do magic wave my wan & put shit on these hooks We in here laughing cause my partner know how much shit I took I can't keep fucking wit niggas that keep fucking up These messy bitches couldn't jump inside my dumpster truck My tats still bleeding even tho they healed up Soon as the money machine (bleep) Gotta keep them M's tuck