Robbing & Rapping

[Verse 1]
Yeah I be robbing and yeah I be rapping
Drop from a bitch, I’m tryna go crack ‘em
Don’t care where we going, I’m totin’ a fully
We out of bounds with the drac in a hoodie
I’m runnin’ the South, but I’m from the West
I’m right in school with the switch in the desk
I’m young and I’m gifted, just go ask my teacher
You want you a car, I’ma pull up and meet you
No doing no dissin’, I’m rappin’ my life
We got the car, Joe tryn go tonight
Go where I’m going, I’m going with Joe
Put my name in a song, we murder for Mo
Fuckin’ with [?], can’t even go to sleep
We got them Bs, we running the East
We got them Bs, we running the South
Get snatchеd for this shit, no running my mouth
You want you a crate? Wherevеr, I’m coming
We spin in the winter, we spin in the summer
Don’t matter the weather, you know that we goin
Come with 3 switches and start us a storm
I’m fuckin wit Zach, he know he my heart
We got the streets, got the shit in a lock
We got the streets, got the shit in a chain
It don’t matter the age, I’ma hop out and flame him
Nigga they know how I’m coming
Nigga I said it enough
Came for the 2 and we got us a plus
That young nigga dead he got turned to some dust, nigga

[Verse 2]
Nigga I woke up today
Nigga I thought about robbing
Drop me a 4 and it’s just me and [?]
Wanna get up with me, gotta bring you a army
Nigga don’t ask bout the crates, nigga you ain’t tryin’ come shop
That young nigga stupid, he spint on a box
Last nigga died, he got left right at Park
Joe like, “Keep goin, you draggin’ your nuts”
Money and murda, we killin’ for bucks
Jackin’ and bendin’, we all about paper
That young nigga hot, that shit in the paper
Just started robbin, me and Joe ran it up
That rap nigga dissin, you know he a duck
That rap nigga dissin, you know that he gay
That rap nigga cappin, keep steppin on Sae
Dickriding YPs, them niggas ain’t spinning
Them niggas ain’t killers, them niggas is children
Nigga I’m just 17
My phone keep ringin im gone off the lean
Servin the city and I’m havin motion
That young nigga broke, I’ma give ‘em some coaching
Told bruh chill, he keep poppin the fent
Get hit with that chop, get put on the bench
Rap bout the money, don’t give em too much
I’m sippin on mud, don’t pick up my cup
Go in off loyalty, never no love
That young nigga stupid, ain’t got on no gloves