Keep It Simple (No Hook) Lyrics

Okay, okay

Okay

Oh, yeah

Imma pop this pill and start this drill

I hope my opps ain't hiding

I'mma shoot this Drac have

Niggas on skates

That's the real meaning of sliding

Them FN bullets gon find him

Red bottom on the tip

No designers

I'm on offense to remind them

this bitch start twerking I'm behind her hell of a ass

Hell of a ass

All I wanna do is smack it, all in my bag

Out with the cash

All I been doing is stacking

These niggas is trash

I pull up real fast

And we can get right to the action

Show me the land

They lapping

I'm be out of town when it happen

I'm be in yo city when they clapping

I'm on his brim when he cappin'

Outside his Stu when he rappin'

Them bullets start yacking yacking

I'm talking about yacking yacking

Cause he was lacking

The way they be falling

The way we be shooting

Ain't no acting

That was a fill in

I need a million

Told the bitch gone and get in

100% in got the drill in

One on ones we winning

Fuck the ops Let's start up the show

We shooting ,we know how it go

On they block is where we gon' post

Duck off in that rental and fuck up the score yea

Back to the money

I need me a hundred

Naw fuck that I'm back to drilling

50 shots in the ghost I'm trying to take off his ceiling

Talking about a ghost gun

I'm tryna roast one

I went camping in a minute

Send him on a store run and he bought mo guns

We don't really care about the linen

I don't really care about winning

Only thought is the mission

Gotta leave the nigga missing

If he ever get to Dissing

Switches gotta leave him twisted

Unpack this suitcase and I get right to the business, uh

Yeah, they ain't gon' know I did it

I got to go take care of a witness

House party on scene for forensics

Get rid of that gun in the instant

I had to go clear out my mentions

These niggas be talkin' like bitches

I walk in that vicious and bloody that kitchen, yeah

Uh, checkin' his temp with the heat

Who the fuck said I wasn't street

I bring the south to the east

Uh, couple of G's at least

Gang full of mostly G's

Some 4', some 5' some 3's

Uh, we only be bout the cheese

Takin' a path of peace

We'll take on yo gang with ease

Uh, we really make niggas bleed

How they body arrange to leave

Don't play with my people, please, please

I don't think you really wanna do that

I'll put a Beam on yo crew cap

New nigga on the block like, who that

On that car, on the corner, don't come back

White chalk on the body, by the door mat

Potato my gun for a house rat

Fake pills in the jar, that's a mouse trap

Little bitch bout to do the whole wolf pack

Uh, my bitch bout to do the whole wolf pack

Yeah, little bitch bout to do the whole wolf pack

Woah

Uh, woah, woah

Gang shit, nigga

You know how I get down

New era

Uh, checking his temp with the heat

Who the fuck said I wasn't street

Bitch

South side of Chicago, nigga

Fuckin' talk about

Anywhere in Racine , bitch

Anywhere