Deek OTR - Risk It All

(Mhmm, Mhmm Mhmm Mhmm)
Im wit my Brother nigga, Yea
(Yea, Yea, Yea)
That boy a bitch, Yea he gone fuckin' get it
If I see the target, Line my shot up im gone fuckin' hit it (Pussy)
Niggas wanna beef, Well send a drop so I ca' fuckin' end it
Ima call up Pab that boy a dawg man he aint got no feelings (Hell nah)
This rappin' shit easy fareal', Where all the competition
I aint runnin', But if its da Jakes im hoppin' over fences
Duckin', Dippin', Slidin' likes it wet on all the opposition
Propositions, we aint givin' that out
We want all the missions
(Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh Uhh)
Bro what the fuck was dat
Bet you if I see a pussy nigga he start runnin' track
Pull up start to shoot, I miss that nigga den im comin' back (Double back)
Add on 7 bullets like we tryna charge dat nigga tax
(Get Low)
Lil' bitch when im around just watch ya back
Dont step inside my party if you know ya niggas dont got straps
All my niggas steppin' undercover, We dem Men in Black
Walkin' in yo hood without no mask im tryna' shake ya shack
(Knock ya Bitches lace front off her head)
Bitch you cant buy it twice
Landlord of da trap, If you move den ill knock out ya lights
He walk past my section, Tap my nigga and he bakin' em
Shutup, If you talk then' im gone send you where yo maker be
(Dats God)
Im wit my twin that's Shooter Pab (My fuckin' boy)
That nigga get angry, Send a text he do the job (Hell yea)
Spankky Rakkz then bodybags, that's all dem niggas saw (Rakkz)
Put shit up about my brothers man im down to Risk It All
(Down to Risk It All)
Im really down to Risk It All
All my niggas suited, Line em up its time to kick shit off (Pussy)
Coast Guard want me wit dem' da way im pickin' niggas off
You sit em down, Give em a charge I bet he tell you what he saw (He gone say it all)
Ayo Spankky, Where da moms at
Catch em wit his plug it caught my eye and then we chargin' dat
Aint no competition cuz' my name is where the bar is at (Get Low)
I be in da parties in the sections where dem darvers at
(Yea that's dem bhad hoes)
Im wit my niggas yea dem bag bros
You be postin guns but we knowin' that's yo dads pole (That aint yo shit)
You aint gettin' money for yo family that's yo damn fault
You grew up a bitch and I just laugh cuz dats yo dads fault
(Man das yo Dad's fault, Fuck yo damn daddy Nigga)
Kane call the hoes up
Long Live my brother nigga, Long Live Micah nigga
(Where the darvers at)
Braddock
Pussy

Written by:
Sahdiq Sewell

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