Flash

I'll never get my chain snatched

**** rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back

Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback

Hit songs all night long, ****, Keith Sweat

Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at

Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement

I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back

You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag

I been thinking fast, I want him smashed, is that too much to ask?

I done hit up so many, ain't know who would think to wear a mask

Make a clean quick fifty cash for jumping out and bussing heads

Button and a regular thumb for backup, case I miss you bad

Organized one on one, and something hit through the windshield glass

All he saw was sparks cover the car bumper to rental tag

Even work on holidays, help make you ghost of Christmas past

Hating turned to being a fan, your son favorite album MAD

I was making Young Slimers with Thug night 'fore he got grabbed

He was happy that we actually had guns laying in a strike trail

Lot of people really ain't 'bout beefing, well shit, I am

Every show, every promoter know I'm getting that pipe in, ain't never tucking my ice in

I'll never get my chain snatched

**** rather blow up off of rap than get they pain back

Catch a artist recording, all you hear is switches in the playback

Hit songs all night long, ****, Keith Sweat

Ain't nobody playing poker outside where I stay at

Once upon a time, they minds wanted my replacement

I expect that you can love the game, but it won't say it back

You relate to that? Hundred cash, brown paper bag

**** ran off with them watches, but they paid for that

Watch your mouth, hits like hot lights, I'll tell foenem to play it back

Only time I compete with my brothers 'bout who aim the best

I wasn't on that mission, but I was 'cause I paid for that

When I lost my twin, I stood on all ten, I ain't break a sweat

I break hearts and families, my man said it gon' break the 'net

Got so used to blowing switches, you see one on every Glock

Every gen I got is dirty, in a week I had to swap

You hear them switches in that playback, know that I'm who sent the shots

Ask me how I got my name, I got a thing for catching opps

**** tuck they chain around me, just ask bro, don't buy this watch

Leave your gang sent up for real, don't Uber share if you got opps

Who you know that's young and turnt, clapping shit and dumping bricks?

That **** said that he don't like me 'cause his bitch was eating dick

I done brung my fucking drum, aye, Jeff, let me see yo' stick

And if Geeski say he like it, then you know I'ma take that kit

Bitch, go

Long live my brother, he probably killed your bitch ass brother

You know that