35 bars (feat. MalachiDaKC)

Energy made this one LTG NEK: Yeah, LTG, on the gang Bought a new blick This shit whole 35 I'ma up it at his face, make em scared Feel like I'm John Wick, take your bitch And smack her with my dick You ain't on that street shit Yeah, catch you lackin You know what's hannin Ice on my chain It cost a lot than your Nike shoes Bitch, you a fool, you think you know me Don't hit me up on no goofy shit, just know I'm not no friendly, nigga How the fuck you lackin if I caught you last Sunday Stop lying to the gang, you ain't with this shit We carry big knock and big blicks, We are demons, we are gorillas 35 to his face, no hesitation ITS LTG X OPK, we really thuggin shit Tryna talk shit, better watch you and yo homie We gon' smoke you so hard, you gon' turn into a backwood So stop trying to ride my wave before we split your wig like it's gravy MalachiDaKC: I'ma split your shit like it's gravy, nigga, we don't play They know that we with the shit, you know we ain't playin Fuck FYB and fuck Freddie G, y'all some lame ass niggas Ayy, nigga, can't you see? Y'all niggas ain't never pulled up Y'all niggas ain't never did shit Y'all niggas ain't never bout shit Oh yeah, nigga, you a bitch yeah, nigga, you a fuckin' bitch You ain't really bout that gang shit, nigga, takin' off for sure Ridin' on to the block, gotta take the left gotta get it to my niggas, yeah, we pass the right Pass the right, we pass the weed we lightin' up angel dust, nigga, can't you see Ride around lookin' for you boocie ass niggas Where you at, nigga? Don't hide, lil' nigga Really with that gang shit, Willie comin' out You see me, lil' nigga? Don't wish to flip out Flip out to flip out to fuck up your boy I'ma get it and get it and get it again I'ma get into that money, nigga, can't you see? Diamonds on my wrist, nigga, can't you bleed Can't you bleed? I'll leave your ass blind for sure Holdin' the pole, nigga, yeah, I'm comin' out cold Better watch out for that pole ah, let that shit go Keep on playin' with the gang, nigga ah, fuck your ass up, nigga Fuck your ass up, nigga you ain't gang, you ain't gang You can't hang, nigga really from the block From them tents in the block to get a trip up the block Metaphor's a hard equation it's the only thing perfect Just in my life, I'm tryin' to get it to the never Demand on nobody, the memos, the writers, the ghettos The writers and builders, I've been through a lot of shit Tryin' to get my life together tryin' to make it right, I'm tryin' to sit tight I know my time comin', nigga, tryin' to get right Money move, that's all a nigga know If you know about the gang, nigga, I don't think you know about the tools We really out here, really tryin' to make A living If you keep talkin' shit, We'll knock you off your blimps You a bitch-ass nigga, and you already know Fuck 7-4-0-I, let that shit go If I'm from killa' city (KCMO), well, every nigga should know You don't fuck around with the gang, nigga You get your ass told