LaUp1 - Rank (feat. Slatt)

Ayy, gang, do it when
Ayy, who made it
Ayy, ayy
Lil bro steady screaming, he CDGK

Where the fuck you was at when your brother got faced
Nigga get tough on the net till we pop out
Behind him, this belt on, his ass leave em spanked
And last time I checked, niggas say you ain't good in your hood

Why the fuck would you say you got rank
3-5 in the wood, this shit punchin my chest
You dont smoke how we smoke, man, this shit kinda stank
Man, I say I don't fuck with these niggas, I ain't givin out dap

He move wrong, put his head in his lap
It's just me and Lil Peetie two deep in the 6
Tryna catch us a body, get a nigga head tapped
And Lil' Bro, can not say he got one up on me

Cause this shit in my name, so I'm callin' Cap
We get active for real, so don't jump in that field
If you don't got a stick, layin niggas down
AR get to dumping, surround sound

In and I'm out of her body, pound town
Call me Nick with the cannon get blowed down
If he reached them the gang, get to wild out
Say these niggas be bitches, that's end of discussion
La hoe steady choosin she say that she love me

Opp bitch in my bed and we finna go dummy
He tender but, I think this shit kinda funny
And we stay posted up in the bando
We got work from the D to Orlando

And that nigga be pussy, he play like a Fan tho
If he get outta line, where the fuck Baby Rambo
We stand over a nigga outside of his crib
Ask Lil' Bro how it feel to lay down in the rain

Got me feelin' like meek, got Dior on my feet
I got blood on my soles, expensive pain
Ayy, I took down a Mexican nigga for two sticks
Still ain't get back, nigga said he go catch me

And he can't say I'm hidin cause I'm really outside
Thirty shots in the car when I'm ridin' down Beckly
Nigga, these niggas cap, they ain't stiff
Bump down with my whip and then show them I'm razzy

Lizzy came with a switch, we don't toast Smith & Wesson
Ayy, young nigga from Texas, Po' Walk in the back
And the boo-boo is slow right now, turtle
Keep good cause I smoke out the pound

Hit it block with a hundred round, boy, that's a murder
These bullets gon' burn him and beat him, I turn him
Yee, all of my young niggas, loose group, wildin' out
They canning with drums, nigga, play make a loud sound

Stick on my hip everywhere, even downtown
Ain't shot with that drizzy since he got a loud mouth
Shut the fuck up, nigga hatin' on the slime
Cause this bitch got full, he got slime for his shit

Nigga, please God, boy, I can hit it ponder with switch
He can't get back up, bitch
Bag on his head, lil' slime go collect
Postin' guns on the neck, nigga, no, he no threat

Livin' like cash, I put ice around my neck
D-Op, nigga, broke with a price on they head
I want him dead, yeah
They gon' stand on that shit that he said

Built this switch, everything shoot correct
And I keep that bitch on me, that's just to protect
Nigga ain't takin' me, bitch, I got names
Nobody had faith in me, took off like a jet, yeah

Four nigga playin', get straight
We gon' switch, hit a whip like he got in a wreck
We gon' switch, hit a whip like he got in a wreck

Written by:
Damyzea Smith

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