624 Baby k - Encounter
52 on the mix
R.B.S. on the mix
A.P.S. iced it out
You know we encounter shit
That's why they hatin' on them youngins
They gon' hate when we gettin' money
They gon' hate when they see me stuntin
Takin' trips all the way to London
Nigga, trippin
Get a bag, get out your feelings
When it's that bitch it's a wrap
Gon' be a murder, no attempting
Flip that sack, no lookin' back
They tryna get a quarter ticket
Keep a rod but ain't goin' fishin
Pop your move , sometimes Im winning for to lose
So I keep trippin
Wait till you see my diamonds glisten
Remember downbad in them trenches
Felt so hot, you can feel the tension
Tryna go all the way to the top
Bitch, I ain't gon' stop till I complete the mission
And I still stay up out the way
But don't get killed for allat dissin
They hear me talk, but they don't listen
Don't get killed for all I dissin
I was down bad in the trenches
I ain't have nothin' but a penny
Well I had nothin
Now , yall you'll see me stuntin
Hold up, nigga, that's the future
Nigga, say that he gon' kill me
Man, I bet my shooters do ya
Ain't he say he wanna kill me
He'll get smoked up like a tool
Yeah, I stand on ten toes
And I don't sneak dis on no computer
Uh, I stand on business frl
Nigga, ain't Neva did no drill
So all I cappin in them songs
You better stop it
at yo nogget
And you know them shooters droppin
Them shooters droppin
Them shooters droppin', boy
Uh, yeah, now he runnin
Prayin to the Lord
Uh, he out of breath
He can't run far
Got a glizzy with a switch
I bet he hittin you and your boy
You know we encounter' shit
That's why they hatin' onnem yunginz
Yeah, we gettin money
Uh, they see me stuntin
Take dem trips all the way to London
Tryna pile that money up ,ain't no stoppin me
I feel like a fuckin' beast
Nigga play it's R.I.P. on gang
We takin' brains
We might snatch a nigga chain
go insane up in this
Bitch, we let off things
up in this , bitch
Uh, yeah, I'm out my breath
Feel like I'm losin' help
Uh, smokin' all this wealth
nigga go feel my pain
Y'all gon' feel just how I feel
I'm just tryna maintain
I did my thing, I'm goin' there
And goin there for sure
Can't go outsad about no hoe
You know I step on shit for bro
Slangin' shit for o
We goin' insane up in this
Bitch, think we done lost control
Ah, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
You know we encounter' shit
That's why they hatin' on them youngins
They gon' hate when we gettin money
They gon' hate when they see me stuntin
Takin' trips all the way to London
Nigga, trippin get a bag, get out your feelings
When it's that, bitch, it's a wrap
Gon' be a murder, no attemptin
Flip that sack, no lookin' back
They tryna get a quarter ticket
Keep it rod, but ain't gon' fishin
Pop your moves, sometimes I'm winnin for to lose so I keep trippin
Wait till you see my diamonds glisten
Remember down bad in them trenches
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Feel so hot, you can feel the tension
Written by:
Jakee Clemmons
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