Wicked Shxt

[Chorus: RR Lil Bra & YGN Lil Juice]
Before I run down with that Glock
I’ma run down with that stick
Drac’ ain’t got no kick
It’s sixty rounds up in this bitch, I’ll paint yo’ shit
Nigga be callin’ to quit
[?] added a scope so he ain’t gon’ miss
Better think ‘bout what you doin’ before you try sendin’ it smoke, ‘cause I ain’t gon’ quit
Just me and Lil Bra in the [?] with them Glocks
Spin one time, everybody gettin’ popped
Spin two times, everybody gettin’ dropped
Ain’t no askin’ who I’m with, ‘cause I came with a mop
I just threw a thirty round up on under this Glock
Drum on the K so it ain’t gon’ stop
They thought it was a fan how I spin on your block
Nigga play with Lil Juice, I’ma knock off your top, let’s do it

[Verse 1: RR Lil Bra]
Made a play for a 448 but I still [?] the 392
My nigga had turned to a snake, I got bit out the gate
One grazed me, the other went through
I write you, ain’t trippin’, it really just taught me a lesson, no tellin’ what’ll niggas a do
These niggas know that they better not to play, we gon’ be like tornadoes
Chain swingin’ while I’m out the coupe
We just came through with no top
They like “They double R, swear I hate how a nigga be stylin’”
Just put a drum on a Glock, baby K with no stock
They like, “Chill Lil Bra, you be wildin’”
I’m stealin’ work from the block, use to run to the cars
Plugged, I just needed a outlet
I’m on a whole ‘nother level, cop me a bezel, but fuck this shit, nigga, we grindin’
Me and my niggas come straight out the concrete
Niggas talkin’ they ain’t gon’ do nothin’ to me
Swing with that stick he get stung like a bumblebee
In that water so deep where piranhas be
I jumped off that porch on my own, I was head first
I was anxious to see how that lead work
Wanted the money, the both of my legs hurts
On the block it’s just me and some dead birds

[Chorus]
Before I run down with that Glock
I’ma run down with that stick
Drac’ ain’t got no kick
It’s sixty rounds up in this bitch, I’ll paint yo’ shit
Nigga be callin’ to quit
[?] added a scope so he ain’t gon’ miss
Better think ‘bout what you doin’ before you try sendin’ it smoke, ‘cause I ain’t gon’ quit
Just me and Lil Bra in the [?] with them Glocks
Spin one time, everybody gettin’ popped
Spin two times, everybody gettin’ dropped
Ain’t no askin’ who I’m with, ‘cause I came with a mop
I just threw a thirty round up on under this Glock
Drum on the K so it ain’t gon’ stop
They thought it was a fan how I spin on your block
Nigga play with Lil Juice, I’ma knock off your top, let’s do it

[Verse 2: YGN Lil Juice]
Cup full of mud, I’ma pour all my feelings
I kept it too real, it feel like I’m back from the dead
A nigga play I’ma erase him, these 7.62’s, I walk in this bitch filled with lead
I try to survive all of my problems by poppin’ these pills, didn’t work so I cut off my hair
I was twelve walkin’ ‘round with .380s, my mama ain’t know it so I kept it under my bed
This shit could get [?] like a [?], my fye in the club you play I’ma shoot this bitch up
Say you love me but you don’t even know me, you ain’t even my homie, it’s cool that you showin’ a lil love
Back when this shit was all good, pull up in the hood, I serve you and gone ‘bout your business
Mama said “Slow down them drugs”, I poured me a four in a Sprite, this shit killin’ my kidney
Been crossed so I ain’t got no love and I’m paranoid, just walk up on me I might buck
My clip guaranteed full of slugs, and I been betrayed so much that I don’t give a fuck
At night was just sittin’ in the cell, I couldn’t make bail, no county, they sent me to ‘tention
Dman he up in the box and he watchin’ the clock but I know he gon’ hold out his sentence
Sip on this cup ‘til I’m faded, might throw back a Perc’ or a [?], I can’t smoke no weed
I’ma just get on my knees and pray that I catch a opp slippin’, I’m doin’ it for Dees
Fuck a friend, nigga, you are my brother, we slid for each other, don’t think this shit sweet like a sucker
But I know my niggas still with me, the Draco hold fifty, and free all the bro’s up in prison

[Chorus]
Before I run down with that Glock
I’ma run down with that stick
Drac’ ain’t got no kick
It’s sixty rounds up in this bitch, I’ll paint yo’ shit
Nigga be callin’ to quit
[?] added a scope so he ain’t gon’ miss
Better think ‘bout what you doin’ before you try sendin’ it smoke, ‘cause I ain’t gon’ quit
Just me and Lil Bra in the [?] with them Glocks
Spin one time, everybody gettin’ popped
Spin two times, everybody gettin’ dropped
Ain’t no askin’ who I’m with, ‘cause I came with a mop
I just threw a thirty round up on under this Glock
Drum on the K so it ain’t gon’ stop
They thought it was a fan how I spin on your block
Nigga play with Lil Juice, I’ma knock off your top, let’s do it