Pipedown

I hear you talkin that good shit, pipe down
I Keep a check in my mouth, iced out
We keep bands in the cut, nice pounds
So when we run up on ya clique its light out

I keep a bitch in the back, pipe down
White fine coke lookin real nice now
Purple drip, quarter fifth, viked out
Disrespect ill come and take your life now

Well, I got it all on lock
If you wanna step up bruh, then ill let your body drop
Thats their own fault, ain't got no bullet proof vest
If they wanna disrespect they forget i've killed for less
They running up, then thеy drop dead
We load up guns, then i pop hеads
How bout that time the blade slipped
Mans fallin out his belt
Licked that coord around his throat
When he tried to scream for help

"Dante whats in the bag?
Why are all our doors locked?
Is that blood in your trunk?
Do I hear gunshots?
Tell me whats in the bag?
Why are all our doors locked?
Is that blood in your trunk?
Do I hear gunshots?"

I hear you talkin that good shit, pipe down
I Keep a check in my mouth, iced out
We keep bands in the cut, nice pounds
So when we run up on ya clique its light out