TANYA ft. Walnutgod Lyrics

If he want smoke then my clique get it poppin

We finna aim and then click at his noggin

We finna talk and then really gon walk it

I got yo bitch and she feeling my pockets

Ay got some shit I needa get up off my chest

If that pussy really talk on me then he gon need a vest

Ay bitch

You better watch how you moving

And my choppa gon watch what you doing

We gon see what you say when it's shooting

How they really gon spy on my movements

How they really gon spy on my shit

Bullets they gon see em flying and shit

He really dying if he eyeing my bitch

Sick of these fakers that ride on my dick

Yuh yuh

They throw in dirt up on my name

We gon leave em slumped put these bullets at his brain

And if he try to run then my clique gon let it bang

We gon leave his eyes closed like he tryna meditate

How my name in yo mouth but you don't talk to me

Ay pussy watch it cause you know I keep that glock on me

They gon watch and see

That they not stoppin me

You better look both ways before you crossin me

Poppin in the game but a nigga do not play wit cartridge

I'm playing offense

I'm offing any opp I came across wit

Desire to murder

We ride wit a da burner

No alt shit

We fire the furnace

We tired burdens

So often

The same game with same rules

Same lames with the same tools

Gangbang we don't play dues

What you say claim boy it ain't you

Ay

But we gonna go do what it do

Gang by my side they gon move when I move

Lie to yoself boy you new to the truth

Up in the club boy a stick what I'm toting

That boy he a rat he gon run with the rodents

Upping the stick I watch a nigga folding

If imma get it imma get it golden

He get shot like a layup he laying down

No this not a game we don't play a round

Draw a four like it's uno we play a round

If bro wanna talk better say it now bitch

Cuz I'll send em to heaven

Get closer to god we gon give em a blessing

Pussy ass nigga best watch how you stepping

Can't fuck with the team bitch I'm coming with legends

Ay

And I'm coming with killers nigga

Fuck around I might jus kill a nigga

Fuck on ya bitch she gon suck on my dick cuz she only fucking with the realest nigga

Ay I do whatever the fuck I wanna do

And you can't do it

Cuz you not us

That's… simple as that Breh

There ain't nothing else to it

Yuh yuh

They throw in dirt up on my name

We gon leave em slumped put these bullets at his brain

And if he try to run then my clique gon let it bang

We gon leave his eyes closed like he tryna mediate

Me and walnut at yo door and we not gon hesitate

Know that boy lookin up he gon pray for better days

Know that boy talkin off we gon give him hell to pay

I been too cold I won't ever melt away

Won't sell my soul only they know hell awaits