PACIFY Lyrics

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Yeah, I can tell you bout Bands, I can tell you bout weight

I can't say I met a real nigga cause these niggas fake

He ain't a killer cause he caught one, he just wasn't thinkin' straight

Interrogations, that nigga told a story to the Jakes

I can tell you bout racks, how to get a nigga clapped

4-4 out the 4-door, he ran a 4-flat

Caught his dumb ass with a stray, he won't get his dog back

Niggas pussy, all that barkin', but we know you all cat

What's the facts on us

Can't say they up

Bro I think we gotta tail on us

Let's switch it up, make this right

Couple shots, we gon' make him burn bright

Take his soul out him

They say the killers know killers, why we don't know about him

That bitch was sneaky till I taught her how to act right

My circle solid forever, I made it airtight

We step on shit bout' our fallen, we sliding every night

They gon' need the whole Al Qaeda to make a fair fight

These niggas babies in the paint

Movin' crack like the 80s, but I won't go out like I'm Saint

They say Shotti a singer, bitch, I got known for havin' good aim

It's crazy how snitchin' can make a clown out of a good name

A shame how they hate on us, them niggas bold

Let it rain, If they playin', we spraying, we give em holes

Seen my dawgs, sniff out so many snakes

He got a good nose

My granny don't know nothin' bout no killin, She keep sayin' I got a good soul

Uh, I tell her pray for me

I was only gone two months, why she ain't wait for me

You lyin' to me blatantly, why you thought you could play with me

Was beggin' you to stay with me, swear you would've been great with me

Now I'm only great with a Drac and a Gen-5

We hit him over ten times, show his mom who he is on the inside

It's two years later, why you ain't been slide

A killer with this ten-milli-milli, they know I been slime

Yeah, I can tell you bout Bands, I can tell you bout weight

I can't say I met a real nigga cause these niggas fake

He ain't a killer cause he caught one, he just wasn't thinkin' straight

Interrogations, that nigga told a story to the Jakes

I can tell you bout racks, how to get a nigga clapped

4-4 out the 4-door, he ran a 4-flat

Caught his dumb ass with a stray, he won't get his dog back

Niggas pussy, all that barkin', but we know you all cat