Lyrics
You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz
Damn, I don't think you know how it feel
Jumpin' out with a chop like he with the Navy SEALs
Wakin' up early mornin' like it's time to go to kill
Jumpin' out on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills
Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (you know that)
Bitch, free 32, this shit get real
Labels callin' my phone, tryna make me sign a deal
Keep tellin' me rap, but I'm still gon' drill (you know that)
Got too much pride, a nigga play, he get killed (yeah)
Treat the bitch like a dog, she be callin' me still
I ain't goin', fuck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel
This shit ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (you know that)
Leave a nigga on the floor, stretched out on the ground
He thinkin' that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown
Switch on my Glock, with 30 plus in rounds (brr)
He tried to keep up, he couldn't float, his ass drowned
Tryna do what I'm doin', these niggas wanna be me
Can't do what I'm doin', shit ain't easy
Make you famous on the news, put your face on TV (you know that)
Jake's at the party, take off, start runnin'
Give a fuck what I do, I ain't throwin' my gun (no)
Early bird get the worm, smoke your ass, the cracker done (ha)
When shots go off, he a bitch, he gon' run
Blowin' Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' too much fun (ha)
Smile turned to a frown when Drac' got bumped
(Damn, I lost my gun)
Bitch sound turnt, she wanna have my son
Treat these hos like a pair of air ones
I bust it one time and then we done (bitch, we done)
Damn, I don't think you know how it feel
Jumpin' out with a chop like he with the Navy SEALs
Wakin' up early mornin' like it's time to go to kill
Jumpin' up on the opps, poppin' niggas like pills
Ain't duckin' no smoke when it come to that field (you know that)
Bitch, free 32, this shit get real
Labels callin' my phone, tryna make me sign a deal
Keep tellin' me rap, but I'm still gon' drill (you know that)
Got too much pride, a nigga play, he get killed (yeah)
Treat the bitch like a dog, she be callin' me still
I ain't goin', fuck 12, I'm a dog with the wheel
This shit ain't luck, boy, you gotta be skilled (you know that)
Leave a nigga on the floor, stretched out on the ground
He thinkin' that he gang, whole time, his ass a clown
Switch on my Glock, with 30 plus in rounds (brr)
When shots go off, he a bitch, he gon' run
Blowin' Drac' with a smile, I'm havin' too much fun
Smile turned to a - when the Drac' got bumped
Damn, I lost my gun
