Fraleyy - Army Truck (feat. Obi2Cups)

Niggas they hatin on me, when I was younger couldnt rap on this beat
Now that I'm older you really gone see, that Fraleyy a goat and I'm really gone be
The nigga who makin em stand on they feet,
Get louder and louder lil nigga that's me
Music is bumpin so far down the street, bitches they suckin they really want me, niggas is snakin it's not what you see
Gotta go harder I gotta be free, from people who hatin they want me in sea
Step it up brother we ain't gonna cheat, goin all out nigga never be cheap
Threw a lil nigga he lookin like meep, we gotta go nigga we in the deep
Trackin these niggas we ride in a jeep, hawkin these niggas they lookin like sheep
Yo shit so trash nigga lookin like steep, 4 W nigga this is a sweep
Bitches they suckin they really want me
Bitches they suckin they really want me
Bitches they suckin they really want me
Bitches they suckin they really want me
Bitches they suckin they really want me
Niggas they hatin on me, when I was younger couldnt rap on this beat
Niggas they lookin like who you gone be, but I ain't gone trip cause they really can't see
The vision I'm teachin I'm headin to sea, niggas they want it but never be free
Feelin like cayde I'm so dead ly, I am Zavala this my destiny
Bitches they fakin they filled wit deceit, play wit ya money now they suckin meat
Doggin these bitches go hard like this beat, what did he say they belong to the streets
This a new day and I'm comin wit heat, like Jordan and Pippen we finna repeat
Now I gotta go nigga hop on my feet, Gridiron gang Nigga I got the cleat
Me and my niggas we came from the street and I feel like Malenia I don't know defeat
And I'm mixing the perc and the X like I'm yeat and I stay with a drum on a stick like a beat
And I'm moving in silence I keep it discrete and I stay with a 30 like Michael from heat
Got a 762 in the back of the seat you get hit with a chop now your ass on the street
Right foot creep I feel like I'm youngboy with 38s aiming for tops
Nigga I never liked snitching to keep it a G I'll die before I talk to the cops
If you not rolling with gang then my nigga it's up cuz I run up the score on the opps
Nigga I keep me a blick and a scope on the stick never miss when I'm shooting ya block
I call that boy uzi the way he got popped
Go get him a medic we got his ass knocked
And if you get caught in the street then ya ass getting walked down
This ain't rehearsal we really be drilling
Put six in his head now he looking like krillin
Damn that shit crazy bra I'm really calling you a bum ass nigga but that's besides the point
I shot at ya mans he won't make it back
And I don't need a mask putting two in his fitted cap
With the gang and we never lack
And I'm rich so I keep all the bread in a Nike sack
You gon kill me bih never that
And I'm spinning your block like a pickup we run it back
With the gang and we never lack
And I put it on fraleyy all the shit that i said is all facts and I never cap

Written by:
Ameer Fraley, Ikenna Obikwelu

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