[Intro]
Swizzy na bicie, ziomal
Facts
Baow
[?] on the adlibs, grrt
We on demon time, baow
Type of time
You know we moving deviously
Yo, you know what type of timing we on?
We gon' pop out
Baow
Niggas better not [?] with my niggas my young boy
I'll send one of my young niggas to go drill you niggas (Axl)
Ayo, Jay Dee, baow
All my niggas
What type of timing we on?
Baow
Off the drink
Err, grr
Exclusive
O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit
Baow, baow, baow
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your lies
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries (Aye)
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your lies
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
My face is hot, I be knowing
I gotta watch where I'm going (I gotta watch where I'm going)
Shouldn't be out in the open
I see a opp and I'm throwing (I see an opp and I'm throwing:;rra)
Had to relocate cause the block hot (Block hot)
I cut off all of them opp thots (I did)
It's a man down when a Glock pop (Baow, baow)
We ain't stopping till we get the top opp (Baow, baow; king, king, king)
Hold on, I got hitters out in Harlem nigga
Hold on, hold on, gold on, Hold on
You don't want problems with my Carver, niggas
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Look, we in the spot better pardon niggas
Opps, calling me a target nigga and
I'm GDK that’s why I start with niggas
When they had me locked, I couldn't live
I went to a twirl, do the crip
I was in the Fort
In the store with my cuz, then I seen the kid
I went live on the 'Book
I never lied, never fibbed
Said "Soon pop out with a message"
And y'all niggas know what I did (Aye)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
My niggas getting impatient, huh, huh
They say they tired of the waiting
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Ran down, no escaping
Fuck is a "situation"?
Shut up and send a location
Pay for my lawyer, I'm beating these cases
They cannot give me probation
I'm at your baby shower waiting
I don't need an invitation
Hot pan like bacon
Big bullets leave you aching
But don't you ever be mistaken
We could always get it shaking
Running up the street with it
No police with it
You get beat with it (Baow, baow)
Hide and seek with it
Stick and beef with it
Imma creep with it (Baow, baow)
Nigga I OD with it
I jump out the V
Start shooting in the street with it
Can’t wait till we meet with it
Got mine, got yours, nigga let’s compete with it
Pulled over by the cops
They can never find a knock
Drizzy wilding with the chop
He be shooting up the block
I cannot tell him to stop (Aye)
It’s Mr. Blixky inna Box
If you get shiggy you a opp (If you get shiggy you a opp)
I get busy with the Glocks
So I don’t really wanna box (I don't really wanna box)
I leave the scene without a trace
Police never have a case (Police never have a case)
I make a call to my Apes
They be shooting up the place (Baow baow baow baow)
I’m from where it ain’t safe
Do you know I’m get straight (Do you know I’m get straight, Burrr)
Stone cold to the bone, snow flake on my face (Snow flake on my face, brr)
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I heard the police is asking about me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
They ain't never know the facts about me
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
I heard them opp niggas mad about me (Baow)
I pull up on the scene dolie (Baow)
Niggas get clapped that then chat about me? (Baow, baow, baow!)
We in the field, moving ill
All of my niggas gon' do the drill (I did)
Pop a molly, yeah I [?] still
Off the shits, we don't know who to kill (Baow, baow)
Y'all niggas know that we do the pills (You!)
I tell my shooter, chill
The police right there
He like, "Fuck it, I'm shooting still" (Rrra)
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your loss
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries (Aye)
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your loss
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
[Verse 2: Jay Dee]
And they still cast Nas in the chair
22 still a snitch
Have Fiv spin the block
And they got me and Fiv on the ship
Nigga Nas got hit
That’s a blicky in a box
Are man got Sticky for the who?
How the fuck you gon have a blicky in yo shoe
Tell me what got into you
Soon as we reached down then you flew
Pull up a K
He keep a K
When we get to throwing don't run away
Still GDK
Boy it ain't safe
That's a deathwish if you ?
Boy you dismissed get back to your bitch
You know I type the subliminals
Spin through da piece, boy on ya knees, the shit that you talking is pitiful
And it's time to get back on that laced shit
Got some niggas go dumb on that ape shit
Got some movers that move on that trey shit
Free duly fire out the cage shit
J who why the fuck you sucking dick
Niggas on me hit your baby with a brick
?
? got hit with the sticks
But i'm off that
T.A. toss that
Dummo go dummy wan toss back
Gimmie all dat
Jaydee wan all that
If you don't give it extort that
Dee Savv go (bow bow bow)
Whatever he hold then I need that
Jay Savv go (bow bow bow)
Hand on 9 we squeeze that
Miss go (bow bow bow)
Planning to see where the cheese at
Spazzy go (bow bow bow)
Finna re-v, clean that
Boss in the fields, shit getting real
Dumma go dum and we spinnin that
Slip in the fields
Nobody there
Stay by their side and we spinnin em back
Gang Gang, Free Shaq
Main gang, bro we was doing the same thang
Gang Gang, Free Bada
Gang Gang, Top shotta got he be spraying thangs
Tote me 6 omix, I ain't gon stop shit
Let these niggas fill the blunt
Four got me seven
I'm a deadman
Why the fuck they ain't kill me yet
Still the same nigga ain't edit
That lil dog knelt and the fish never made it back
I like to sniff coke you okay with that
?
[Chorus: Fivio Foreign]
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your loss
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries (Aye)
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
I don't consult with you guys
I'm not supporting your loss
You think that I care about beef
Nigga, gimme that burger with fries
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side (Hey)
Gimme that, gimme that
Gimme that gun on the side
