Ransom ft. Tae Da Topic Lyrics

Every time I hit they block ayy, I'm tryna bang some

We don't fuck with goofies, put the suckers up for ransom

Ayy, I'm the man who got the pants on I'm the one they call Pkay Finna go

Catch some, we took a nigga gun Want it back its up for ransom

Every gun I get, yeah, you know I make it pack of punch

Where the opps at? I'm tryna pack a lunch

Lil' bro smokin' fake gas, he smokin' fake runs

Wait until I catch lil' shh, so I can stick him up

Treat him like Pac, with these shots, I'ma hit him up

Yeah, I said, treat him like Pac, with these shots, I'ma hit him up

This big chopper, make his heart stop, I bet he give it up

I got some bullets that'll stop a train for sure, a city bus

Go on a skit with me, you got that pole

Go on a skit with me, you got that pole? But that's not big enough

Shoot the chop until I see him drop, I'm tryna stiff him up

Doctors couldn't save him in the spittle, couldn't stitch him up

Chopper split him, hit him, tryna give him, they couldn't pick him up

Two perc 15s , and a 4 of green to fuck my system up

Catch a nigga comin' out the store, I'm tryna hit him up

If I don't rock out with nothin' big, I'll let the Nina bust

Chop with the binary on it, it's gettin' finger fucked

Chop with the binary on it, it's gettin' finger fucked

Every time I hit, they block, ayy, I'm tryna bang some

We don't fuck with goofies, put the suckers up for ransom, ayy

I'm the man who got the pants on

I'm the one they call Pkay finna go and catch some

We took a nigga gun, wanna back its up for ransom

Every gun I get, yeah, you know I make it pack a punch

Where the opps at? I'm tryna pack a lunch

Lil' bro smokin' fake gas, he smokin' fake runtz