Lurkin’

[Intro: Lil Tony]
(Krrrraa)
Damn man, whole lotta that man
Y'all know what the fuck I'm rockin' man
You know I'm movin' like that

[Chorus: Lil Tony]
Lurkin', you know we swervin'
We got them choppa's when we coming through, 7.62
Rip through, I put that boy on the news (Krrrraa)
We going in like a curfew
Swing on him like Babe Ruth
Rockin' with him then you dodging with him
I'mma hit him and his man's too
Lurkin', you know we swervin'
We got them choppa's when we coming through, 7.62
Rip through, I put that boy on the news (Krrrraa)
We going in like a curfew
Swing on him like Babe Ruth
Rockin' with him then you dodging with him
I'mma hit him and his man's too

[Verse 1: Lil Tony]
You know we strapped, with them choppa's
We boutta slide out
Broad day with the K, I blew his mind out (Mind out)
Then it's back to the hideout, we got them rides out, (Rides out)
If you fuck with the other side
Don't let me find out
Put that boy six feet
I got that hammer no MC, (No MC)
I got that drip like a leak
I hit that 40 and watch him delete
No we don't play, [?]
I'mma walk down with that Drake, (Come out)
He got wet like a lake, I smoke that boy to the face
And now he erase
I got that chitta on me and that meta on me, no Rolling Stone
I'mma pull up with the pack like the mail man
Come alone
You my brother then, you my brother gon' ride for you
Right or wrong (On gang)
Put one right in his dome
My shooters gon' get him gone

[Chorus: Lil Tony]
Lurkin', you know we swervin'
We got them choppa's when we coming through
7.62
Rip through, I put that boy on the news
We going in like a curfew
Swing on him like Babe Ruth
Rockin' with him then you dodging with him
I'mma hit him and his man's too
Lurkin', you know we swervin'
We got them choppa's when we coming through
7.62
Rip through, I put that boy on the news
We going in like a curfew
Swing on him like Babe Ruth
Rockin' with him then you dodging with him
I'mma hit him and his man's too

[Verse 2: Yung Boss Tevo]
[?]
[?]
We kick this shit like a punt
And carve that bitch legs, he going in the trunk
You know what the fuck goin' on
I ain't finna put him in a song
No, I'm tryna leave him 6 feet deep
With his name printed on a stone, aye
Run down, run down, run down
Me and [?] 'till the sun down
Oh that boy like hittin' traffic
Soon as he run he get burned out
I hit that bitch with the pipe, she gave the whole team the rundown
Now she gang-gang, she got gang-banged
After that we told that bitch don't come 'round no more
I won't let 'em play me like a hoe
I got nigga's doing 20 years in the cell
Tell 'em I'm ready to go
I'm like hold on, just be patient
Our time coming I been waitin'
I'mma walk 'em down just like Jason
Gon' follow up and he erase 'em
Gang