Computers

Lock on the track Go Uh-huh Wait Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh They know that I don't know how the fuck we leave man Big O's in this bitch Long live Stank Vanilla Big O's nigga Mm Have you ever seen shooters bell out like some looters Like what he say on that computer Come here, this the scooter I'm hearing rumors We ain't know shit Guess them boys are sumers We chase shit like Pumas I know Big 4 Which he called a Uber We turned the city up When all us came home When you mention booty name He hit the one that got it on Hit that bitch with two crones Bruh, they leave us alone Niggas bragging bout shit They ain't did They did wrong Man, fuck the other side They ain't know shit Since Gutterthag I ain't focus on them guys Got A.I.P.'s in every ride One time he by my side You look too long You getting fried Drop the low Like cum and slide I wish I would I'm one of them guys Since we fell out with the dub This shit'll never be the same I ain't pushing peace shit My homie died I want the brain Too intelligent Not a lame Come join the game Out of bounds He getting changed But I play it cool Like what up gang We got smoke inside our hood So close that door behind us You ain't providing Claiming gang Poke his ass No holder This chopper blow like soldiers I hold it on my shoulder This shit hit hard like boulders Dissolve his ass like Folger I got Nuna He a tweaker Set it off No Queen Latifah Smoke with us This shit get deeper Can't catch you We need your people Come through your shit Like a beeper This shit tragic Meet the reaper Two cars deep We put fullies on them big boys This not no regular thing They ask why I ain't cop no J yet I want bodies Fuck a chain I want goofy members Lamesy with that shit He getting flamed I'm out my mind But fuck your saying We might just rob Johnny Dang I see niggas pick your sides They need to get back for they gas When they see me Act surprised See the bitch all in they eyes Got my fire Underneath my arm When I go in my jacket I ain't grabbing the time Shots go off Ring loud like a bomb Wake his ass up No snooze on the lawn I chase paper Let the hoes chase me Pop out hoodie on All on feet Double parking the street Just to catch us a beat Opps say they winning Like this shit sweet Ten years ago Last time we bleed We make grown men Crying on tweet Now you gotta make appointments At all DMV's Niggas be talking But they ain't get back We a tour with who Man that shit a mismatch We take pipes Made niggas sit back Now they running with the dub Finna get bitch smacked We ain't got time Ain't getting shit back Better do your homework I speak big facts Got so many opps Gotta ride with click clacks We at war with the city So you better not lack Bitch Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay