Taliban

Brr Niggas better not NIggas better not pop out, for real Brr, ayy, ayy My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl Ayy, pop him, drop him, I got 'bout twenty, on God Ayy, spot him, watch him, look one more time, I'll spark Ain't no trustin' us, we bustin' stuff like we play for the Warriors What you is, nigga? What you bangin'? You say you that, then throw it up Suck the gang, she throwin' up, now shе sayin' she don't know us (ayy) New hoes comin' through, wе goin' up, nigga, fuck her (yeah) Drugged up, my face mugged up, he say I'm tough tough Movin' with killers, we don't say shit, we let them guns bust Even though I had talent, I was still out committing robberies My past keep on following me, you know I acknowledge greed Good deed, bad deed, we gon' do that shit if we in need Bad bitch with bowed legs for me, I think she Cherokee See how we comin' We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed Better treat me like Osama in this bitch, but we ain't stabbin' Bullets gettin' to clappin' First nigga play, he gon' lay, ayy, ayy, ayy This a hooligan, she raisin' ayy, bay-bay-bay Wraith, that's my taste, I ain't tryna drive no straight-eight Left a nut on her face, goodness sake, it look like a cake Look fast, hit slow, smokin' dope, lean out the bottle Fuckin' on a model, I DM'd her, I ain't have to follow Never trust a ho, I put my faith into these fuckin' hollows Come here, barrel to the face, blow his brains out him He out of bounds, I had to foul him Ref throw in the towel (come here) The crowd goin' wild, big man on the block, Pau Gasol (come here) And round for round, pound for pound, you can't last, clown You must ain't heard about that last nigga we bugged out My brodie got a lick, he say he tryna bring 'bout forty back Forty packs and forty racks, .40 cal and a MAC Box him up, Apple Jacks, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat In the Scat', caught him lackin', windows crackin', tires flat I said we ain't come here for nothin', nigga, we want it all Jewelry on, you know that I'm stuntin', nigga, we love to ball Never duckin' opps, if I'm inside, I'm duckin' federals Stopped takin' Percocets 'cause I don't wanna slip on fentanyl See how we comin' We Taliban drugs, paraphernalia and the contraband They say they can smell us, still let me board, then I landed Better treat me like Osama in this bitch But we ain't stabbin', bullets gettin' to clappin' Nigga, we ain't stabbin', bullets get to clappin' We ain't totin' machetes We'll send you to Heaven, we be steppin' We steppin', steppin', steppin' right in front the reverend (brr) NLE the Top Shotta, bombs like Al-Qaeda