Slykstah - Blurp

Blurp, when they (Whoop Whoop) Swoop to the
Curb, kick up dust, skeet
Skurt, when they (Whoop Whoop) swoop to the
Curb, no sudden moves 'til they (Blurp)

Mug and then swoop 'cause they seen me J-walkin'
It's predator, prey I'm the nigga
They stalkin'
They get a suspicion, say I'm suspicious
Is it my pants or my chocolate pigment
I probably match a couple of descriptions
That's why my caucasian neighbors been callin'
Now I'm dippin' duckin' divin' and dodgin
Runnin' tryna keep my denim from fallin'
And this sucka' here I could tell he a rookie
Seen his ass last time I wound up at
Bookin'
I knew I could take him, that's why I took him
Hit a right, hit a left, and then shook him
I was blazin' blowin' blunts in the ozone
One-time pull up I think to myself oh no
I ain't freezin' I ain't takin no photo, skated on them devils like i was frozone
See the lights skeet skurt and then some
They really gon' have to work for this one
Middle finger to the mawfuckin system, you see a thug, that's another victim
Whole 'nothe killin' whole 'nother tragedy, oh they was niggas?
Must have been savagery
One of god's people, that shit is blasphemy
Why when they do it the shit ain't a battery
Pig ain't nothin but a pawn, a judge can suck a nigga balls
I'll yell it all over a beat, I'll write it all over a wall
You'll probably go there again, if you ever been there befo'
That's why I give 'em the slip, I give a run for they dough

Blurp, when they (Whoop Whoop) Swoop to the
Curb, kick up dust, skeet
Skurt, when they (Whoop Whoop) swoop to the
Curb, no sudden moves 'til they (Blurp)

I ain't trippin' on 'em keep coolin', man I hope these niggas keep cruisin
I know plenty cuts to creep though, cuddy spots to retreat to
Fake ass R2D2, phoney ass rights that they read you
What make you think that I need you, gimme a lawyer to speak to
Came around tryna subdue me, I had to give em a smooth weave
If it wasn't for that badge boy, I'd have gave yo' ass a 2-piece
What would you do if you was being hunted
Lyin' to 12 aint the same thing as frontin'
Me I'm a fighter I ain't prone to runnin'
But you know how 12 be when they get to gunnin
Niggas really don't know, it get real as a karat of gold
They'll beat yo' ass in the department, then let you back out with no changes
If they see a nigga face, they can tell a nigga gon' resist
If they don't bust me in the back, they gon' fuck up my face and my wrists
Remember that court date I missed, when i caught that other offence
That's what'll come up if they run my name, and I'd rather just hop a fence
Let 'em race me chase me I'm a cheetah, slave feet, Adidas take flight
Holy smoke he ghostly hit the shadows when he seen them red and blue lights!

Written by:
Jovan Moore-Prewitt

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