Finatic - 795iveten! (We Dangerous)

Gang
IGetBandzAlot, Nigga, You know that (Bah, Bah, Bah, Where yo' bitch at?)
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS? (Rrahh)
Uh, Gimme' a beat, I'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?" (SharkGang, Nigga)
Spin on the opps, tryn' see where the fun
He got shot, ain't get back nun'
We throw at his head, it's a kick-kick, punt
When I bend blocks, I let shit dump
He wan' wolf, his mans got punched
We at the store, he got left slumped
When I call Bz? You know, it's wrap
5 .56 gon' spark out his back
It's brand new pack, we blow out a Scat
X4 Comp, this shit can't tap
If I see lights? I'm kickin' they ass
If I pop door, I blow, no mask
And, now, he 6-feet, grass
Diss on Du? Get left in the past
Diss on Face? Get hit, no case
I see the opps? Get cooked like steak
They see me? Get baked, no cake
I wan' fuck, but she came late
In a S560 and the cops tryn' chase
Bitch, We Dangerous, better stay safe
Come thru, we'll blow up the place
Better not run, cuz' you gettin' chased
Bullets'll Tag a nigga, when I Spray
I'll leave his shit on the Wall like Paint
They gon' put him on the Wall like Paintin'
Bitch, I'm off the hook like a hangar
2 .23, shit look like a finger
Lil bro' got his head tapped like a blinker
I up first? Get jumped, no gate
A-BlockGang, you come? Get laid
Cash that Range? You don't get paid
I bend that block and let shit bang
Up that score, we goin' to war
Big ass Drac' gon' knock that door
Wild-Wild West, tryn' fuck me a whore
I send shots, comin' out that store, he got hit in his neck
Fuck FN, they ain't get back
Fuck G3, his ass got whacked
He caught a handful, he clapped
He got smacked, left his shit peeled back
I'll make a lil nigga run like track
Swing thru the West? You won't make it back
Come thru the Courts? I'ma Slam like Shaq'
Hole in his head, now, he gotta get patched
Fuck a dyke, I carry the strap
I had to Show him, he ain't know how to Act
On bro', shit 'bout to get Black
Like Milds, I'll get a lil nigga whacked
Throw shells, I'ma leave his shit cracked
Hit his lid, for all that cap
Cappin' rappin'?
I catch a opp? I blast it, tag em
Bullets attack, I'ma blitz like Madden
X5 Comp, I turn off the traction
Swing thru they hood, tryn' see who the fastest
We catch a opp? I bet you, it's curtains
He see my face, big Glock? He nervous
All black ski and that mask, go purgin'
We lookin' for opps, lurkin'
Can't eat these shits that I'm servin'
1 hand on the roof, throwin' turkey
Pop shit? Get pilled like a Perky
Fuck a Job, I put in work
Time to cut shit short like a skirt
I'll put a nigga on a shirt like merch
4th of July, you gon' see the fye' work (Firework)
Better watch out, or you gettin' hurt
Play in that Field? Get put in the Turf
Fuck it, he gettin' put in a hearse
They put him 6-feet, deep, in the dirt
Glock with a red beam, I'm alert
I catch shhh, knock him off the earth
Bitch (Bitch)
(Grrahh, Bow)
(Bow-Bow)
(Im So Slimee)
OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
Uh, Gimme' a beat, I'm attackin' it, Ace lookin' at me like "Brodie, what's happenin'?"
IGetBandzAlot, Nigga, You know that

Written by:
BA SOL, Abdullah Bey

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find