No Politicking

(Intro)
Huh huh huh huh huh
Ah man huh huh
You know the slogan
PSF back on that other shit, still gunnin' shit

(Chorus)
We go, back to back automatic , get to clappin' , asthma attack that boy gon' drop
Automatics, things is clappin' , bullets flyin' you know how GC rock
Politickin' boy you pussy, pussy boy drop your pen, know we gon' fight
Directin' keep on filmin', imma make a show imma call it dumount
Make a movie scene how we clip up, but no 3d can't dodge these shots
We cannot fucks wit opposition, big Glock gon' spark make em' see the vision
Call em' ravin', leave ya soul in the sky see the angels
Make you meet the children you aborted
Better choose your lanes, ain't a warning
Better chose up

(verse1)
Droppin' my gang till your soul get lifted up
Body bags they pick em' up
Its a bomb ain't no gettin' up
Body part they pickin' up
And your wifey on me she gon' run me down like some lotion
And she fall in love with this potion
And my dick on her mouth like some potent
Big dick in her mouth like some Motrin
Love my kids on her lip fuck a trojan
Yeah they know the vibes know the gang
Know the time and they definitely know the slogan
We could be the best of them all
Applying pressure till we all win
Applying pressure now we ballin'
Applying pressure now we storin'

(Break)
Dear lord please forgive us for all the sins we have brought upon us
Look down upon us with forgiveness for all the sins we will have in the future
RIP millie RIP trust RIP pop

(Verse 2)
Can't take no check its a hail mary bullets tossin'
Get in formation, gang marchin'
With his gun upped, forget pardon
Left his ass on the floor
Yeah we just got a score
Gauze tapes wit a hole through his face
Pants saggin' with the shitty drawers
Don't be lil reese year this ain't a warning
She be sick now she callin' me baby
Knockout king bitch I feel like DaBaby
Get in line cuz we doin this daily
Run up on me and this bitch is off safety huh
Put a hole through his face no cheerios
Put the dog on him he yellin' muriel
Got my music buzzin' through the stereo
Yeah you hear me loud do you feel me though
Became a rags to riches in them trenches
Sellin' flippin' white at the pension
He was always hungry dummy fitted
We was always hungry for that chicken
All gas no brakes, shout my movin' n**** taking no checks no case
We put your son in the graveyard
DTB, fuck a girl, I can't waste time
If your girl wanna call me on facetime
Make her go down give me facetime
You could get smoked like a newport
You don't wanna play in this brute sport
Bullets just fly like tennis
Get shot in ya mouth send that boy to the dennis
We give no fucks bout a witness
The boat to Colombia the witness is in it
Big gun swing around like a merry go huh
Make em fly like a fairy no
Bring a map i ain't talking no mario huh (WE GOT EM)
And we get the green no luigi
Tryna flex some oz thats a fiji
Huh huh huh huh huh huh

(Chorus)
We go, back to back automatic , get to clappin' , asthma attack that boy gon' drop
Automatics, things is clappin' , bullets flyin' you know how GC rock
Politickin' boy you pussy, pussy boy drop your pen, know we gon' fight
Directin' keep on filmin', imma make a show imma call it dumount
Make a movie scene how we clip up, but no 3d can't dodge these shots
We cannot fucks wit opposition, big Glock gon' spark make em' see the vision
Call em' ravin', leave ya soul in the sky see the angels
Make you meet the children you aborted
Better choose your lanes, ain't a warning
Ain't a warning