DaGuyInBlack - Aggro (feat. First City Kid)

Momma told me not to bring my guns to town
But now
I deem it necessary
Army Of Two we let the shells roll
Pass me the aggro-
Then i'm rushin head on
Duckin when they hear this bomb
Smack ya with a ratchet
Im wreakin Havoc
Peep a Prodigy
Why you suckas wanna push DGIB
I come equipped with the 36
And the gear for your ear
Catch em gawkin jockin from afar and near
Enemies think its sweet
While i sleep with my hand on the heat
Was it just a dream or reality
My mind is playin tricks on me
Double knees deep
Scoped out while they on the creep
Slicker than sleet
You see 2020 changed me
I'm angry
I need a keg of Mickey's just so I can see g
Thats the prescription description
Need it all the time
Lately find myself on the blurred line
Here come the Gringo
Broski kick it with the sold out show flow
Lonely Danger Ranger and Tonto
Launchin spears through your ears pronto
Rippin stitches smackin ditches
Gotta see the bigger picture
Vice grip glued to the liquor
Slammin harder than the scales on the Richter
Old and new school mixer
I bring the noise quicker with a vigor
Grave digger's hair trigger

I have you screamin through ya teeth
I'm on the fuckin creep as you sleep
I'm the beast on the west not the east
I was raised on the north side of LV
Always playing in the street
And I'm sick to say the least
And I'm quick bust a free
Spit a rap split a wrap
Smoke some trees you know me
I used to be a villain now I'm chillin stay low key
Mama told me lay offa the conspiracies
Ima young ass kid but I'm still OG
Ima old soul so my heart is like an artifact
So please don't test my mothafuckin cardiac
Just tell me where the hoes
That wanna party and the OJ and Bacardi at
Bitches snortin so much snow they prolly have a heart attack
It's el guero and DaGuyInBlack
Put the wheels in motion
Bitch I'm floatin like a fuckin Cadillac
Mind is cloudy like some cataracts
Bars still sharp as hatchets and battle axes
Real fuckin savage
I'm bat shit
Knockin earth straight off it's axis
Came out the dirt with my homies
Like some fuckin cabbage patch kids
Rocket in my pocket
So best watch it where you walkin
I'm sick of all that talkin and barkin
I just stay sparkin up
If you wanna trip then I'ma park ya up
I'm sick to say the least
Couple tricks
Keep 'em hidden up my sleeves
Fuck that liquor
Roll a leaf I ain't really tryna beef
When it comes to two men
And one of them men ain't gon leave
I gotta get em first
He give a fuck about me keep it G
All I got is my son, and my piece
And I gotta boutta rack in jeans
And I'm making sure I pass down all my cheese
Dumb fiends receive beatings but me
I'm just eating good no EBT
Tryna grip grain as I dip through my neighborhood
380 in a mafuckin boot so don't get bucked
Cuz the juice got you way too loose

Written by:
Alex Walter, Matthew Johnson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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