INVASION Lyrics

Come on, come on, come on, come on

I'm really him the fuck is a job

I'm really him the fuck is a breakup

I'm really him with that Glock in my hand

Seeing a opp

And I make the block shake up

I'm with the gang, they cannot change us

Put this on Allah, man no nigga made us

Beatin' his ass, takin' my belt off

Whoop on his mob, man they cannot chain us

JaZ why the fuck, do you keep on speedin

Bitch, cause I bought it, and it's a fast car

If I see the cops

Goin' in sport

I'm whippin' this bitch

Just like it's Nascar

He had sent 5

But I shot eighteen

I walked out alive

He left with two birdies

Fuck an AR

Fuck a teammate

It was quiet at first

I'm glad that they heard me

Step a little harder

Come step again

I'm lit in this bitch

And no, I ain't changin

Run up on who

Robbin' who when

Your homie died

My chain on me swanging

Ain't no equation

Ain't no more patience

Fuck is the album

You got us waiting

I'm in that mode

I almost died

But I swear i'm too gangster

No home invasion

I'm really him the fuck is a job

I'm really him the fuck is a breakup

I'm really him with that Glock in my hand

Seeing a opp

And I make the block shake up

I'm with the gang, they cannot change us

Put this on Allah, man no nigga made us

Beatin' his ass, takin' my belt off

Whoop on his mob, man they cannot chain us