MAKE IT OUT THE A (feat. Shan 2 Smoove)

They don't know where I'm from I'm from where them nigga tote a whole lot of guns I'm from where they hating if you stacking up your funds Nigga we was down bad, we ain't never had no fun Rolling up that gas and it's bad for your lungs My lil bro got a stick and it come with a drum All my nigga on the block with they business They gon' keep that shit brief and they never leave a witness All the police out here trying to get suspicious We ain't worried bout them nigga, we just out here trying to get it Cause we never had much Nigga never had a clean cup of fruit punch And I was on them meds cause they say it's supposed to heal you But I got off of that shit, it don't really do much And niggas throw doubt I don't give a fuck who around, nigga promise I'ma show they ass something They tried to belittle me I'ma take everything literally I ain't really worried bout em, I just got my mini me Know the Glock come with more legs than a centipede Aint a museum, how they see us sculp history Ayy, I can switch it up because I'm versatile Niggas talking shit, gon' do em bad, came from the worst or miles Perfect smile, looking at my baby make me nervous now Stacking up this bread, now my mama she don't worry now And I stay with the glizzy Pop you in your shit or I'ma hit you with a semi (pop pop) Six, seven, nine, mix this shit like I'm lil remy Pop, pop you in your kidney and I won't leave a witness Cause I'm folks, they gon' get me Jakes on my ass, do 200 in a hemi Running through them red lights, yeah I got a 50 Balling like I'm Kobe 24, yeah you know Got me a new chopper and that bitch got a scope Aim it at your head but I bust you in your throat Nah I don't rap but I hit it on these flows Stay down for the four, call me D4 Run up in your shit, we gon' kick down your door With this double O stick I just fucked your bitch, now she screaming for a lick Call up all my gang, yeah you know they gon' hit We got all these choppers, yeah we blowing at your shit In the booth of Reak, yeah we hopping on the mix Drop it on the shit, yeah that bitch is getting lit (Damn) I don't fuck with media, not even the gram I can serve you pack, I can't serve you no lil gram Working on my ass, I'm just trying to learn to scam Pass the shit to Reak he finna get up and go ham A lot of nigga got they nose up See me hopping out and I got to pick my doors up I just copped a brand new chain it got me froze up Nigga see us doing big things and they loathe us Bagging all them O's, nigga better pick they bowls up Every time I hop on the beat I got some more for them Yeah them nigga be some fiends Used to shop at the Gap, now it's Fendi and Supreme Eat at Benihana, used to be kids cuisine or Lunchable All my young nigga that be with me, they untouchable Looking at your bitch and she looking really fuckable I'm just trying to make it to a place where we comfortable They want a ride, it ain't room in the coupe Seats ice cream, I need more than a scoop And I can't have nobody fucking up my leather Every time I'm on this bitch you know I'm only getting better, Shit progressive Just looking at your bitch I get a wetter They know my future brighter than my motherfucking bezel I had a dream like I'm fucking M.L.K Say you want some smoke, boy you know just where I stay, I'm in the A Smoking on this gas all day, To the face Rolling up a wood, yeah it put me in my place Call me Tay-K cause I'm running in this race To the top, I won't drop, I won't flop Yeah I be smoking on these opps, but I be runnings from the cops In my Gucci flip flops, I might pop up to your door Hello, bitch, knock knock Staying on these routes like a mouse chop chop We gon' hit your block, I got 30 in this Glock Yeah that clip it hold 30, it go pop, pop, pop I'm in the hood every day, I'm just trying to make a play Trying to get my mama out the hood, get her a new place Wanna strip me for my bread, yeah my legs they might shake Sike nah pussy boy, yeah I just caught a case Broad day, know we get them nigga out the way We ain't worried bout what a nigga gotta say In the bitch stacking up this guala, get this cake everyday Nigga we just tryna make it out the A Shit get real out here nigga, we just need a new estate We gon' skate, in a Demon or a Wraith Rocking bape, ain't no face Gotta check the weed to make sure it ain't laced And it's free my lil cousin man he tryna beat a case