Crickets

[Intro]
(Jetz be cookin')
(W-warning, this is not a drill)
It's that DudeyLo nigga, man, every fuckin' track you heard? (Commencing operation: Doomsday)
Shot after fuckin' shot, nigga
(Come on Harry, you buggin')
Come here, like where the fuck is he going?
Nigga what? Nigga, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
Who really rappin' and spinnin'?
Who really get on that time when it's tickin'?
Nigga what?
Who sendin' out to the prison?
Sendin' bitches to go out on visits?
They ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
Most of these opp niggas really pretendin'
Scared of jail, they don't tote on they weapons
In the jail, had to tote my eleven

[Verse]
I see they bike on they block, tryna crash out
Boogie, Banga and RG tryna act out
Pull the plug on they block, it's a blackout
Poppy got beat, his whole gang made him tap out
Nobody bendin' my block, that shit wack now
Almost thought for a second, I could lack now
Most of my niggas locked down in the clink, missin' my brothers that's stuck in a grave
Nigga what? Don't tell me 'bout pain
I was fifteen, bendin' blocks in the rain
Like on the opps where I learned how to aim
Still to this day never been to the range
On the guys, all black is my favorite disguise
Glock 19, I went dumb with that .9
On the bros, nigga, why would I lie?
Like, the bros seen this with they eyes
Wvttz let it flame on the Gz, I was there
Thirty-eight shells, he don't care where they land
He like, "Bro, this shit burnin' my hand"
After the drill, made it back to the land
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't been feelin' the rap
Y'all just feel like the cappers, the ones that they jack
Wow, and that shit crazy
Blood, sweat, tears, made me
T-thought the music wouldn't save me
But now I be feelin' pathetic
Yeah, I be bringin' in money, but sometimes it make me regret it
You wanna know why? Nigga, 'cause I'm losing my friends
Meetin' some people I shouldn't have met
Bendin' some blocks that I shouldn't have bent

[Chorus]
Who really rappin' and spinnin'?
Who really get on that time when it's tickin'?
Nigga what?
Who sendin' out to the prison?
Sendin' bitches to go out on visits?
They ask the questions like that, you hear crickets
Most of these opp niggas really pretendin'
Scared of jail, they don't tote on they weapons
In the jail, had to tote my eleven (Come here)