Up My Sleeve

(SOB, Drop the beat)
You got a problem yeah that Glock be up my sleeve, yeah
(Be up my sleeve, yeah)
Yeah you know if you a opp you gotta leave, yeah
(You gotta leave, yeah)
All the cars I own, they do not need keys, yeah (they keyless)
Keyless, keyless, yeah the whips be keyless
Ima sneak up in yo hood like “what the fuck is up?”
Ima run a nigga over in that bentley truck
If that boy wanna try me then he finna diе
Yeah, this is his last day his life is a mice
If hе wanna try me
Ima have to catch a body
Ima hit em’ with that shotty
Yeah that- yeah that shotty to the body
If he want the smoke
He gon’ see the Glock I tote
We gon- we gon’ kill em’ like a rope
Choppa hit a high note
We gonna take that boy out
7.62’s make em’ shout
He be quiet like a mouse
Yeah we- yeah we gon’ shoot up his house
He finna go night night
He finna die die
Quit all that cappin’
Don’t even lie lie
You got a problem yeah that Glock be up my sleeve, yeah
Yeah you know if you a opp you gotta leave, yeah
All the cars I own they do not need keys, yeah
Keyless, keyless, yeah my whips be keyless
If that boy talking down he finna get smacked
If a nigga touch my chain he get pistol wacked
I be in that lambo
I be with the gango
I don’t like these fake hoes
Fake hoes