False Alarms Lyrics

Ayy, say, this that YNU shit, nigga

You know, that step on a nigga in his brother type shit

Ayy, say, look though, I ain't gon' even try though

And I ain't gon' lie though, you know, stupid-ass nigga

What's up

Yeah, just come outside

Like, what you thinkin'? Like, I'm slipping

Like, I don't keep this bitch with me

Ain't no pretendin', let them shots off

Aim it straight at his head

Catch it, I'm batting

That show-ass nigga, you know who that is

Like, get your lick back, why ain't you, nigga

Bitch, we rollin' city

Bomb, bomb

Bitch, that glitter blow just like a horn

Well, come outside, I'll blow my clit

And wake you up just like a lawn

I don't know what's itchin' worse

My fuckin' trigger finger or my palms

Bitch, you gon' get it worse

Since you been sendin' all them false alarms

Ayy, I said, you know what it is

I like how they fuckin' racks on me

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Don't want no motherfuckin' doubt

I ain't tryna be your fuckin' homie

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Catch the bitch slacking

Then we take him off the line, know what I mean

Bitch, you know what I mean

When I say, I gotta get to this green

Little bitch, she on my trail

I max out, then pass her to the team

They tellin' me to chill out

Nah, fuck that, he gon' die by any minute

Brought a master with them sticks

Tryna leave a puss nigga on the floor

Shots rung off, then it's dead

That's your fault, nigga

Should've never motherfuckin' left

Huh, lick me in my eyes

Little bitch, you know I'm off that pack

Bitch, I tryna run him down

Little bitch, he feelin' fun, hey

He say, man in the mirror

Bitch, ain't no fuckin' man

Late nights, we out to L.A

Messed up like we a clan

Don't care if we catch you by the church

Bitch, that be where you land

Go make a nigga buy your dirt

Now you rest easy

Like, what you thinkin'

Like I'm slippin', like I don't keep this bitch with me

Ain't no pretender

Let them shots off, aim it straight at the city

Catch you down bad

And that's your ass, nigga

You know who that did it

Like, get your nigga back

Why you nigga, bitch

We run the city

Bah, bah

Bitch, that glitter blows just like a horn

Walk on my side, I blow my clit

It wake you up just like a lawn

I don't know what's gettin' worse

My fuckin' trigger finger or my palms

Bitch, you gon' get it worse

Since you been sendin' all the false alarms

Bah, bah