On McAfee

作词 : Destin Route
作曲 : Destin Route
Bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Three in the back, two in the front
One in my lap, two in the trunk
Who got the strap? Who got the pump?
Open the cap, open the door, yeah-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Three in the back, two in the front
One in my lap, two in the trunk
Who got the K? I got the drac
Caught with, pulled in, lil' JID got pull, yeah, huh
Lil' dawg with a bite in the bark
A nice heart niggas abuse and turned to dark
The nighthawk lookin' for food and look at the booty
Nicer, baby, the bougie bitch look good with the light off
He bust real dope moves, one dope boy, two loose screws
Three bad black lil' niggas said "**** school"
**** them, **** you, **** dudes up
Tough dudes get touched too
Ash to ash, and dust to dust, you best to bust to rusty, dusty, if you rush me (Man, slow the beat down)
Yeah, pullin' up well, he got his heat and his hooligans there
Who brought the beef and the food for the bear?
Who got the fever, the heat it can shoot in the air
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh (I'm from the, bitch, bitch)
Bitch, I'm from the Eastside, you can see the street sign
Never seen a peace sign, hell yeah
Said he finna respawn, shootin' out of a Nissan
Put that boy to sleep now, hell yeah
Nigga, **** twelve, they be jockin' the player
Lil' Glock .9, let it pop in the air
Ninja Turtle Raphael when they caught a shell
Better say a prayer when he walkin' to jail
They said he walk it like he talk it, then he walkin' it well
They said he 'bout to tuck a shank and he ain't tuckin' his tail
He train well, wheel train goin' off of the rails
Same thing, gang bang, he ain't stock for bail
Three in the back, two in the front
One in my lap, two in the trunk
Who got the K? I got the drac
Caught with, pulled in, lil' JID got pull
You nigga runnin', now you not safe
I'm from Bleveland, nigga, that was BK
Walkin' down Ave with that drac
These [?] made it out of here
Nigga mad that I got that pay
I'm gone, bitch, hahaha, yeah
Uh, look
I'm from the East, look at the streets, lookin' for peace, yeah
He was in a Nissan, never put the heat down, givin' niggas beat down, yeah-yeah-yeah
Bitch comin' in the night like thief when it's sleep time, he be on creep now, hell yeah
Tell you from the fest now, hell yeah
They done let the beast die hell yeah, hell yeah
Trippin', I gotta get out of the city
Lot of shit I been dealin' with makin' money, makin' enemies
My lots of time tick and tockin' until infinity
I'm feelin' fine, real good, I'm lookin' physically fortified
Fifty feet tall, a hundred wide
I jump high and run fast, a hundred miles
My nigga still in the hood, he just one of the guys
He gettin' sick of the bull, wanted a hundred thousand
But he be good, a hundred rounds, a hundred down
A bloodhound, I think that nigga a blood now
He bang guns and take crumbs, he bugged out
Don't even try and show him another route
He been thuggin' since a youngin'
You know that we seen it comin'
Since park ball days, out the way
Get mad, fight niggas, walkin' off crazy
Play with him and all he would say is
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh