Tension

I can't tell 'em what I do till it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's

The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run

And, boy, we know to let it bang, we don't care where you from

That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, and no punk

My **** know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And, bitch, I'm ridin' with my brothers, we been through the most

Bullets rippin' through his coat

I know they losin' hope

Most of my **** fightin' years, but they won't grab the rope

I had to bring that chopper with me, went to link a ho

That's how I made it home

And you can keep your clothes on, I only want the dome

Strapped up, no lacking for us

Remember nights I'm in this trap, stop, no package for us

Probably come and snatch up yours

Pop out, ain't got no worries

Know my **** get to shootin' like we Stephen Curry

Like we Stephen Curry, hop out

Doin' damage

Shorty think she dancin' on a dick but that's the hammer

Duck the federales, tryna stay up off the camera

I hope it don't jam, this pussy gotta get blamed

I can't tell 'em what I do till it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's

The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run

And, boy, we know to let it bang, we don't care where you from

That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, and no punk

My **** know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And, bitch, I'm ridin' with my brothers, we been through the most

Bullets rippin' through his coat

Checkin', get to flexin'

Whole gang eatin' and we comin' in for seconds

And we gon' play the front, tell 'em pull up with the back end

Security buggin', how the fuck we gon' get the strap in?

Do 'em like he hit the stage, we gon' get the clappin'

Four, five, six and, ****, we head-crackin'

And don't care 'bout what he jackin'

No flash and get black end

Lil' belly pistol packin'

You dyin' if you lackin'

Yeah, bitch, I been the man

Runnin' through them bands, your favorite rapper a fan

Wanna fuck up on a beach, bitch, I'm too black for a tan

Just meet me at the telly with like thirty of your friends

I got dirty in my cup and gun up in my hand

Lotta **** broke in person but the sturdy on the gram

Off a Perc-y, not a Xan, I made her leave her man

But she know I ain't lovin', I'ma leave her where she stand

I can't tell 'em what I do till it's done, we let it rain, ain't no sun

And we gon' pull up with the gang, can't get no one-on-one's

The homies say I'm the one, I woke up and he run

And, boy, we know to let it bang, we don't care where you from

That .40 beat like a drum, puttin' pain, and no punk

My **** know I never change if we get in the slumps

True to gang, know we do the most

And, bitch, I'm ridin' with my brothers, we been through the most

Bullets rippin' through his coat